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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)


Sonnet 31. Ah Why Hath Nature To So Hard A Hart


Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart,
giuen so goodly giftes of beauties grace?
whose pryde depraues each other better part,
and all those pretious ornaments deface.
Sith to all other beastes of bloody race,
a dreadfull countenaunce she giuen hath:
that with theyr terrour al the rest may chace,
and warne to shun the daunger of theyr wrath.
But my proud one doth worke the greater scath,
through sweet allurement of her louely hew:
that she the better may in bloody bath,
of such poore thralls her cruell hands embrew.
But did she know how ill these two accord,
such cruelty she would haue soone abhord. 



Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 79. Men Call You Fair
  2. Sonnet 74. Most Happy Letters
  3. Sonnet 48. INnocent Paper Whom Too Cruell Hand
  4. Sonnet 38. ARion, When Through Tempests Cruel Wracke
  5. Sonnet 56. Fayre Ye Be Sure, But Cruell And Vnkind


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