Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 61. The glorious image of the Makers beautie

The glorious image of the Makers beautie,
My soverayne saynt, the idoll of my thought,
Dare not henceforth, above the bounds of dewtie,
T’accuse of pride, or rashly blame for ought.
For being, as she is, divinely wrought,
And of the brood of angels heavenly born,
And with the crew of blessed saynts upbrought,
Each of which did her with theyr guifts adorne,
The bud of ioy, the blossome of the morne,
The beame of light, whom mortal eyes admyre,
What reason is it then but she should scorne
Base things, that to her love too bold aspire!
  Such heavenly formes ought rather worshipt be,
  Then dare be lov’d by men of meane degree. 

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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