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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)


Amoretti 77. Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?


Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?
A goodly table of pure yvory,
All spred with juncats fit to entertayne
The greatest prince with pompous roialty:
Mongst which, there in a silver dish did ly
Two golden apples of unvalewd* price,
Far passing those which Hercules came by,
Or those which Atalanta did entice;
Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice;
That many sought, yet none could ever taste;
Sweet fruit of pleasure, brought from Paradice
By Love himselfe, and in his garden plaste.
  Her brest that table was, so richly spredd;
  My thoughts the guests, which would thereon have fedd.

[* Unvalewd, invaluable] 



Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
  2. Amoretti 63. After long stormes and tempests sad assay
  3. Amoretti 43. Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake?
  4. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
  5. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere


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