Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMORETTI: 57, by EDMUND SPENSER Poet's Biography First Line: Sweet warrior! When shall I have peace with you? Last Line: That al my wounds wil heale in little space. Alternate Author Name(s): Clout, Colin Subject(s): Love – Unrequited; Reconciliation | ||||||||
Sweet warriour, when shall I have peace with you? High time it is this warre now ended were: Which I no lenger can endure to sue, Ne your incessant battry more to beare. So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare, That wonder is how I should live a jot, Seeing my hart through launched every where With thousand arrowes which your eies have shot: Yet shoot ye sharpely still, and spare me not, But glory thinke to make these cruel stoures. Ye cruell one! what glory can be got, In slaying him that would live gladly yours? Make peace therefore, and graunt me timely grace, That al my wounds wil heale in little space. | Other Poems of Interest...BANGLA DESH: 3. REVISITED AFTER THE HOLOCUAST, 1973 by FAIZ AHMED FAIZ THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN GOOD FRIDAY -- 1917 by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY RECONCILIATION by ELIZABETH DOTEN A FAIR QUARREL by THOMAS MIDDLETON RECONCILIATION by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE |
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