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Amoretti: Sonnet 8 Post by :swapsell Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :3848

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Amoretti: Sonnet 8

More then most faire, full of the living fire
Kindled above unto the Maker nere,
No eies, but ioyes, in which al powers conspire,
That to the world naught else be counted deare!
Thrugh your bright beams doth not the blinded guest
Shoot out his darts to base affections wound;
But angels come, to lead fraile mindes to rest
In chast desires, on heavenly beauty bound.
You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within;
You stop my toung, and teach my hart to speake;
You calme the storme that passion did begin,
Strong thrugh your cause, but by your vertue weak.
Dark is the world where your light shined never;
Well is he borne that may behold you ever.

(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 8

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Amoretti: Sonnet 9 Amoretti: Sonnet 9

Amoretti: Sonnet 9
Long-while I sought to what I might compareThose powrefull eies which lighten my dark spright;Yet find I nought on earth, to which I dareResemble th'ymage of their goodly light.Not to the sun, for they doo shine by night;Nor to the moone, for they are changed never;Nor to the starres, for they have purer sight;Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever;Nor to the lightning, for they still persever;Nor to the diamond, for they are more tender;Nor unto cristall, for nought may them sever;Nor unto glasse, such basenesse mought offend her. Then to the Maker selfe they likest be,

Amoretti: Sonnet 7 Amoretti: Sonnet 7

Amoretti: Sonnet 7
Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,What wondrous vertue is contayn'd in you,The which both lyfe and death forth from you dartInto the obiect of your mighty view?For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew,Then is my soule with life and love inspired:But when ye lowre, or looke on me askew,Then do I die, as one with lightning fyred.But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,Looke ever lovely, as becomes you best;That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred,May kindle living fire within my brest. Such life should be the honor of your light,