Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman

Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman

by Edmund Spenser

Like as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game from him escap'd away,
Sits down to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase forsook,
The gentle deer return'd the self-same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brook.
There she beholding me with milder look,
Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide:
Till I in hand her yet half trembling took,
And with her own goodwill her firmly tied.
Strange thing, me seem'd, to see a beast so wild,
So goodly won, with her own will beguil'd.

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Kindled above unto the maker neere:
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Sits mourning for the absence of her mate:
And in her songs sends many a wishfull vow,

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Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight:
And bidding th’old Adieu, his passed date

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What wontless fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?

Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,
Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
And glorious images in heaven wrought,

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Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head,
And let us cast with what delight to chace,

To all those happy blessings which ye have,
With plenteous hand by heaven upon you thrown:
This one disparagement they to you gave,

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