One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies To make a truce, and termes to entertaine, All fearlesse then of so false enimies, Which sought me to entrap in treasons traine. So as I then disarmed did remaine, A wicked ambush, which lay hidden long In the close covert of her guilefull eyen, Thence breaking forth, did thick about me throng. Too feeble I t' abide the brunt so strong, Was forst to yeeld my selfe into their hands: Who me captiving streight with rigorous wrong, Have ever since me kept in cruell bands. So, ladie, now to you I doo complaine, Against your eies that justice I may gaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE VIELD PATH by WILLIAM BARNES LEISTON ABBEY by BERNARD BARTON DIPPING CANDLES IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY APRIL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE KIND KEEPER, OR LIMBERHAM: SONG FROM THE ITALIAN by JOHN DRYDEN |