The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt: With a Memoir and Critical DissertationJ. Nichol, 1858 - 211 pages |
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... force and beauty met , " a 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 ...
... force and beauty met , " a 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 ...
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... force it is agreeable , That therewithal be done the recompense : Then guile beguiled plained should be never ; And the reward is little trust for ever . a a 1 ط THE LOVER DESCRIBETH HIS BEING STRICKEN WITH SIGHT OF HIS 2 WYATT'S ...
... force it is agreeable , That therewithal be done the recompense : Then guile beguiled plained should be never ; And the reward is little trust for ever . a a 1 ط THE LOVER DESCRIBETH HIS BEING STRICKEN WITH SIGHT OF HIS 2 WYATT'S ...
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... force , or else they would be dry ; The wasted flesh of colour dead can try , And sometime tell what sweetness is in gall : And he that lust to see , and to discern How care can force within a wearied mind , Come he to me , I am that ...
... force , or else they would be dry ; The wasted flesh of colour dead can try , And sometime tell what sweetness is in gall : And he that lust to see , and to discern How care can force within a wearied mind , Come he to me , I am that ...
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... HE PRAYETH HIS LADY TO BE TRUE ; FOR NO ONE CAN RESTRAIN A WILLING MIND . THOUGH I myself be bridled of my mind , Returning me backward by force express ; B 10 If thou seek honour , to keep thy promess Who SONGS AND SONNETS . 17.
... HE PRAYETH HIS LADY TO BE TRUE ; FOR NO ONE CAN RESTRAIN A WILLING MIND . THOUGH I myself be bridled of my mind , Returning me backward by force express ; B 10 If thou seek honour , to keep thy promess Who SONGS AND SONNETS . 17.
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... force I must forsake such pleasure ; A good cause just , since I endure Thereby my woe , which be ye sure , Shall therewith go me to recure . 3 I fare as one escap'd that fleeth , Glad he is gone , and yet still feareth Spied to be ...
... force I must forsake such pleasure ; A good cause just , since I endure Thereby my woe , which be ye sure , Shall therewith go me to recure . 3 I fare as one escap'd that fleeth , Glad he is gone , and yet still feareth Spied to be ...
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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?