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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)


Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd


Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd,
Unto the siege by you abandon’d quite.
Great shame it is to leave, like one afrayd,
So fayre a peece* for one repulse so light.
’Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might
Then those small forts which ye were wont belay**:
Such haughty mynds, enur’d to hardy fight,
Disdayne to yield unto the first assay.
Bring therefore all the forces that ye may,
And lay incessant battery to her heart;
Playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay;
Those engins can the proudest love convert:
   And, if those fayle, fall down and dy before her;
   So dying live, and living do adore her.

[* Peece, fortress.]
[** Belay, beleaguer.] 



Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run
  2. Amoretti 87. Since I have lackt the comfort of that light
  3. Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
  4. Amoretti 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand
  5. Amoretti 71. I ioy to see how, in your drawen work


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