<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet LXXXIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough,<br>Sits mourning for the absence of her mate;<br>and in her songs sends many a wishfull vew,<br>for his returne that seemes to linger late.<br>So I alone now left disconsolate,<br>mourne to my selfe the absence of my loue:<br>and wandring here and there all desolate,<br>seek with my playnts to match that mournful doue<br>Ne ioy of ought that vnder heauen doth houe,<br>can comfort me, but her owne ioyous sight:<br>whose sweet aspect both God and man can moue,<br>in her vnspotted pleasauns to delight.<br>Dark is my day, whyles her fayre light I mis,<br>and dead my life that wants such liuely blis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374446" data-title="Sonnet LXXXIX de Edmund Spenser" data-description="LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; and in her songs sends many a wishfull vew, for his returne that seemes to linger late. So I alone now left disconsolate, mourne to my selfe the absence of my loue: ..."></div> </div> </div>

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