Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 12. One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies

One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies
To make a truce, and termes to entertaine;
All fearlesse then of so false enimies,
Which sought me to entrap in treasons traine.
So, as I then disarmed did remaine,
A wicked ambush, which lay hidden long
In the close covert of her guilful eyen,
Thence breaking forth, did thick about me throng.
Too feeble I t’abide the brunt so strong,
Was forst to yield my selfe into their hands;
Who, me captiving streight with rigorous wrong,
Have ever since kept me in cruell bands.
  So, Ladie, now to you I doo complaine
  Against your eies, that iustice I may gaine. 

1. Amoretti 59. Thrise happie she that is so well assured
2. Amoretti 32. The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat
3. Amoretti 49. Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?
4. Amoretti 46. When my abodes prefixed time is spent
5. Amoretti 73. Being my self captyved here in care

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