The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt: With a Memoir and Critical DissertationJ. Nichol, 1858 - 211 pages |
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... face of perfect symmetry , eyes of dazzling lustre , a mouth of singular sweet- ness , and a carriage distinguished alike by dignity and ease -the dignity of the oak and the yielding grace of the willow . His accomplishments , too ...
... face of perfect symmetry , eyes of dazzling lustre , a mouth of singular sweet- ness , and a carriage distinguished alike by dignity and ease -the dignity of the oak and the yielding grace of the willow . His accomplishments , too ...
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... face me down , that that was my garment . But bring me my garment as it was . If I said any like thing , rehearse my tale as I said it . No man can believe you , that I meant it as you construe it , or that I speak it as you allege it ...
... face me down , that that was my garment . But bring me my garment as it was . If I said any like thing , rehearse my tale as I said it . No man can believe you , that I meant it as you construe it , or that I speak it as you allege it ...
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... face presseth with bold pretence , And there campeth displaying his banner . 3. She that me learns to love and to suffer , And wills that my trust , and lust's negligence Be reined by reason , shame , and reverence , With his hardiness ...
... face presseth with bold pretence , And there campeth displaying his banner . 3. She that me learns to love and to suffer , And wills that my trust , and lust's negligence Be reined by reason , shame , and reverence , With his hardiness ...
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... face , That with my teary eyen , swoln , and unstable , My destiny to behold her doth me lead ; And yet I know I run into the glead.2 3 10 AGAINST HIS TONGUE THAT FAILED TO UTTER HIS SUITS . BECAUSE I still kept thee fro ' lies and ...
... face , That with my teary eyen , swoln , and unstable , My destiny to behold her doth me lead ; And yet I know I run into the glead.2 3 10 AGAINST HIS TONGUE THAT FAILED TO UTTER HIS SUITS . BECAUSE I still kept thee fro ' lies and ...
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... face , As I of late : for suddenly , methought , My heart was torn out of his place . 2 Through mine eye the stroke from hers did slide , And down directly to my heart it ran ; In help whereof the blood thereto did glide , And left my face ...
... face , As I of late : for suddenly , methought , My heart was torn out of his place . 2 Through mine eye the stroke from hers did slide , And down directly to my heart it ran ; In help whereof the blood thereto did glide , And left my face ...
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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?