THE souerayne beauty which I doo admyre,
witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed:
the light wherof hath kindled heauenly fyre,
in my fraile spirit by her from basenesse raysed.
That being now with her huge brightnesse dazed,
base thing I can no more endure to view:
but looking still on her I stand amazed,
at wondrous sight of so celestiall hew.
So when my toung would speak her praises dew,
it stopped is with thoughts astonishment:
and when my pen would write her titles true,
it rauisht is with fancies wonderment:
Yet in my hart I then both speake and write,
the wonder that my wit cannot endite.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Spenser
Spenser [1552-1599] has some great work outside his seminal Faerie Queene. His Amoretti and Epithalamion include beautiful lines. You can read it all here. I especially like one sonnet--read it aloud or in your head and it's easier to pick up and read his style of older English:
SONNET. III.
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