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...THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE THE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER EPITAPH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |