Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Sonnet Xxxi

Poem by Edmund Spenser

Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart,
giuen so goodly giftes of beauties grace?
whose pryde depraues each other better part,
and all those pretious ornaments deface.
Sith to all other beastes of bloody race,
a dreadfull countenaunce she giuen hath:
that with theyr terrour al the rest may chace,
and warne to shun the daunger of theyr wrath.
But my proud one doth worke the greater scath,
through sweet allurement of her louely hew:
that she the better may in bloody bath,
of such poore thralls her cruell hands embrew.
But did she know how ill these two accord,
such cruelty she would haue soone abhord.

Comments about Sonnet Xxxi by Edmund Spenser

  • hankipanky (1/25/2018 7:55:00 AM)

    Comment is not duplicated Virginia sugar and molasses sugar should not be taxed
    who voted without government argues over the navy of France to continue the war against the British Empire
    which dominates the sugar trade the history of Cuba is the history of sugar Cuba seemed to be dominated.(Report)Reply

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  • hankipanky (1/25/2018 7:49:00 AM)

    Okay I wont submit duplicate comments(Report)Reply

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  • hankipanky (1/25/2018 7:48:00 AM)

    these poems are all about desire(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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