The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt: With a Memoir and Critical DissertationJ. Nichol, 1858 - 211 pages |
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... cold , and if one word be said , As in a dream , unperfect is the same . And ye salt tears , against my will each night That are with me , when I would be alone ; Then are ye gone when I should make my moan : And ye so ready sighs to ...
... cold , and if one word be said , As in a dream , unperfect is the same . And ye salt tears , against my will each night That are with me , when I would be alone ; Then are ye gone when I should make my moan : And ye so ready sighs to ...
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... cold , and now he stands in flame : " Twixt woe and wealth , betwixt earnest and game , With seldom glad , and many a diverse thought , In sore repentance of his hardiness , Of such a root , lo , cometh fruit fruitless . 10 THE LOVER ...
... cold , and now he stands in flame : " Twixt woe and wealth , betwixt earnest and game , With seldom glad , and many a diverse thought , In sore repentance of his hardiness , Of such a root , lo , cometh fruit fruitless . 10 THE LOVER ...
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... cold is mine affection ! For since thine heart is so mutable , Thou hast no faith . I thought thee true without exception , But I perceive I lacked discretion ; To fashion faith to words mutable , Thy thought is too light and variable ...
... cold is mine affection ! For since thine heart is so mutable , Thou hast no faith . I thought thee true without exception , But I perceive I lacked discretion ; To fashion faith to words mutable , Thy thought is too light and variable ...
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... cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told : Care then who list , for I have done . 7 And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then ...
... cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told : Care then who list , for I have done . 7 And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then ...
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... cold , I know nothing to ease my pains so great ; Each cure causeth increase by twenty fold , Renewing cares upon my sorrows old , Such overthwart effects in me they make : Besprent with tears , my bed for to forsake . 3 But all for ...
... cold , I know nothing to ease my pains so great ; Each cure causeth increase by twenty fold , Renewing cares upon my sorrows old , Such overthwart effects in me they make : Besprent with tears , my bed for to forsake . 3 But all for ...
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accuse afore ambassador Anne Boleyn assign'd Bishop of London Bishop of Rome blame cause chance chere complain crave cruel CRUEL LOVE cruelty deadly dear death deed desert desire disdain dread Earl of Essex evermore eyes faith fault fear feign fire fleeth forsake Fortune grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope King King's Majesty Lady liberty live Lord love for love LOVER COMPLAINETH lust lute Mason mayst mercy mind MISTRESS moan never nought offence pain Patience PENITENTIAL PSALMS perdie pity plain pleasant Pole redress rejoice say nay seek serve sighs sight SIR THOMAS WYATT smart song sore sorrow Spain steadfast stony heart suffer sure tears thee therewithal thine thing thou hast thought thyself traitor treason true trust truth unkind unto vaileth wealth weens Whereby wherein whereof withouten woful words wretched Wyatt ye know ye list YIELDEN
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Page 27 - Dear heart, how like you this ? ' It was no dream ; for I lay broad awaking : But all is turned, thorough my gentleness, Into a strange fashion of forsaking ; And I have leave to go of her goodness, And she also to use new-fangleness : But since that I so kindly am served, I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Page 25 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 27 - That sometime they have put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range, Busily seeking with a continual change. Thanked be fortune, it hath been otherwise Twenty times better; but once...
Page 24 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And end that I have now begun : And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none; As lead to grave in marble stone; My song may pierce her heart as soon.
Page 176 - This maketh me at home to hunt and hawk. And in foul weather at my book to sit, In frost and snow then with my bow to stalk: No man doth mark whereso I ride or go, In lusty leas at liberty I walk, And of these news I feel nor weal nor woe, Save that a clog doth hang yet at my heel.
Page 90 - To sing to them that heareth me; Then though my songs be somewhat plain, And toucheth some that use to feign, Blame not my Lute! My Lute and strings may not deny, But as I strike they must obey: Break not them then so wrongfully, But wreak thyself some other way; And though the songs which I indite Do quit thy change with rightful spite, Blame not my Lute!
Page 24 - And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none, As lead to grave in marble stone, My Song may pierce her heart as soon. Should we then sigh, or sing, or moan? No, no, my lute, for I have done.
Page 130 - Was never bird tangled in lime That brake away in better time, Than I, that rotten boughs did climb, And had no hurt, but scaped free. Now ha! ha! ha! full well is me, For I am now at liberty.
Page 102 - That hath loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among ? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart, Never for to depart, Neither for pain nor smart; And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Page 27 - Therewith all sweetly did me kiss, And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?