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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... thine of thy condition . Yet is it not the thing I pass on , Nor hot nor 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 ...
... thine of thy condition . Yet is it not the thing I pass on , Nor hot nor 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 ...
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... thine , Or else thy heart had been as mine . THE LOVER DETERMINETH TO SERVE FAITHFULLY . SINCE Love will needs that I shall love , Of very force I must agree : And since no chance may it remove , In wealth and in adversity , I shall ...
... thine , Or else thy heart had been as mine . THE LOVER DETERMINETH TO SERVE FAITHFULLY . SINCE Love will needs that I shall love , Of very force I must agree : And since no chance may it remove , In wealth and in adversity , I shall ...
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... thine empire stretch to Indian sea , And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thulè , If thy desire have over thee the power , Subject then art thou and no governor . If to be noble and high thy mind be moved , Consider well thy ground ...
... thine empire stretch to Indian sea , And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thulè , If thy desire have over thee the power , Subject then art thou and no governor . If to be noble and high thy mind be moved , Consider well thy ground ...
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... ! Without thine aid assurance is there none ; The firm faith that in the water fleteth , Succour thou therefore , in thee it is alone . SIR THOMAS WYATT'S POEMS . 61 The Lover prayeth Venus to conduct him to the desired Haven.
... ! Without thine aid assurance is there none ; The firm faith that in the water fleteth , Succour thou therefore , in thee it is alone . SIR THOMAS WYATT'S POEMS . 61 The Lover prayeth Venus to conduct him to the desired Haven.
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... thine own desert My songs do tell how true thou art , Blame not my Lute ! Blame but thyself that hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if ...
... thine own desert My songs do tell how true thou art , Blame not my Lute ! Blame but thyself that hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if ...
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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.