The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt and Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey: With a Memoir of Each, Volume 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 - English poetry |
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... Hast thou not confessed thyself ? Hath not Mason confessed it ? Hath not the Bishop of London and Haynes accused thee thereof ? ' For- sooth never a whit . Neither sent I Mason , nor have confessed that , nor Mason so confesseth , nor ...
... Hast thou not confessed thyself ? Hath not Mason confessed it ? Hath not the Bishop of London and Haynes accused thee thereof ? ' For- sooth never a whit . Neither sent I Mason , nor have confessed that , nor Mason so confesseth , nor ...
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... hast thou me rend'red , For such desert to do me wreke and shame . In need of succour most when that I am , To ask reward , thou stand'st like one afraid : Alway most cold , and if one word be said , As in a dream , unperfect is the ...
... hast thou me rend'red , For such desert to do me wreke and shame . In need of succour most when that I am , To ask reward , thou stand'st like one afraid : Alway most cold , and if one word be said , As in a dream , unperfect is the ...
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... hast no faith of him that hath none , But thou must love him needs by reason ; For as saith a proverb notable , Each thing seeketh his semblable , And thou hast thine of thy condition . Yet is it not the thing I pass on , Nor hot nor ...
... hast no faith of him that hath none , But thou must love him needs by reason ; For as saith a proverb notable , Each thing seeketh his semblable , And thou hast thine of thy condition . Yet is it not the thing I pass on , Nor hot nor ...
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... hast got Of simple hearts through Love's shot , By whom unkind thou hast them won : Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ; Think ...
... hast got Of simple hearts through Love's shot , By whom unkind thou hast them won : Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ; Think ...
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... hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we ...
... hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want as I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we ...
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Page 57 - Martial, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find ; The riches left, not got with pain ; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind. The equal friend, no grudge, no strife, No charge of rule nor governance ; Without disease, the healthful life ; The household of continuance.
Page 9 - Tween rock and rock; and eke my foe, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; And every hour, a thought in readiness, As though that death were light in such a case; An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs, and trusty fearfulness; A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain...
Page 111 - 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...
Page 15 - SET me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice; In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen; In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high, or yet in low degree; In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be; In lusty youth, or when my hairs are grey: Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell...
Page 31 - They flee from me, that sometime did me seek With naked foot, stalking in my chamber. I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek, That now are wild, and do not remember That sometime they put themselves in danger To take bread at my hand; and now they range Busily seeking with a continual change.
Page 3 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 31 - I know she swore with raging mind, Her kingdom only set apart, There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart. And this was chiefly all her pain: She could not make the like again.
Page 18 - A RENOUNCING OF LOVE. FAREWELL, Love, and all thy laws for ever ; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more...
Page xv - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
Page 142 - Her wily looks my wits did blind ; Thus as she would I did agree. But ha ! ha ! ha ! full well is me, For I am now at liberty.