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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)


Sonnet 22. THis Holy Season Fit To Fast And Pray


THis holy season fit to fast and pray,
Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd:
therefore, I lykewise on so holy day,
for my sweet Saynt some seruice fit will find.
Her temple fayre is built within my mind,
in which her glorious ymage placed is,
on which my thoughts doo day and night attend
lyke sacred priests that neuer thinke amisse.
There I to her as th'author of my blisse,
will builde an altar to appease her yre:
and on the same my hart will sacrifise,
burning in flames of pure and chast desyre:
The which vouchsafe O goddesse to accept,
amongst thy deerest relicks to be kept. 



Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 29. See How The Stubborne Damzell Doth Depraue
  2. Poem 6. My loue is now awake out of her dreame
  3. Sonnet 17. THe Glorious Portraict Of That Angels Face
  4. Sonnet 35. MY Hungry Eyes Through Greedy Couetize
  5. Sonnet 31. Ah Why Hath Nature To So Hard A Hart


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