Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 16. One day as I unwarily did gaze

One day as I unwarily did gaze
On those fayre eyes, my loves immortall light,
The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight,
I mote perceive how, in her glauncing sight,
Legions of Loves with little wings did fly,
Darting their deadly arrows, fyry bright,
At every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
Ayming his arrow at my very hart:
When suddenly, with twincle of her eye,
The damzell broke his misintended dart.
   Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne;
   Yet as it was, I hardly scap’t with paine. 

1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
2. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
3. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere
4. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
5. Amoretti 18. The rolling wheele that runneth often round

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