Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 16. One day as I unwarily did gaze

One day as I unwarily did gaze
On those fayre eyes, my loves immortall light,
The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight,
I mote perceive how, in her glauncing sight,
Legions of Loves with little wings did fly,
Darting their deadly arrows, fyry bright,
At every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
Ayming his arrow at my very hart:
When suddenly, with twincle of her eye,
The damzell broke his misintended dart.
   Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne;
   Yet as it was, I hardly scap’t with paine. 

1. Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run
2. Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
3. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
4. Amoretti 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand
5. Amoretti 64. Comming to kisse her lyps

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