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Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)


Sonnet 25. HOw Long Shall This Lyke Dying Lyfe Endure


HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure,
And know no end of her owne mysery:
but wast and weare away in termes vnsure,
twixt feare and hope depending doubtfully.
Yet better were attonce to let me die,
and shew the last ensample of your pride:
then to torment me thus with cruelty,
to proue your powre, which I too wel haue tride.
But yet if in your hardned brest ye hide,
a close intent at last to shew me grace:
then all the woes and wrecks which I abide,
as meanes of blisse I gladly wil embrace.
And wish that more and greater they might be,
that greater meede at last may turne to mee. 



Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 38. ARion, When Through Tempests Cruel Wracke
  2. Whilst It Is Prime
  3. Sonnet 48. INnocent Paper Whom Too Cruell Hand
  4. Sonnet 81. Fayre Is My Loue, When Her Fayre Golden Heares
  5. Sonnet 74. Most Happy Letters


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