Poem by Edmund Spenser

The Tamed Deer

Like as a huntsman after weary chase
Seeing the game from him escaped away,
Sits down to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So, after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,
The gentle deer returned the self-same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.
There she beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide;
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her own good-will her firmly tied.
Strange thing, me seemed, to see a beast so wild
So goodly won, with her own will beguiled. 

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
3. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
4. The Visions of Bellay
5. Amoretti 26. Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere

Print

1969 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version