CONTENTS. PAGE Anonymous Poems 90-104, 111, 126, 127, 130, 131, 204-211, 243-245, BARLOW, Franciscan Friar (c. 1528); JEROME WYATT the Elder (1503-1542); Sir THOMAS. I-48 THE SURREY AND WYATT ANTHOLOGY. 1509-1547 A. D. Strictly speaking, this Collection of our Poetry during the reign of HENRY VIII should be called The WYATT and SURREY Anthology; for Sir THOMAS WYATT the Elder was not only the nobler man and the nobler Poet of the two: but it was he that brought the Sonnet Stanza, together with Terza Rima and Blank Verse, into England from Italy. It is however customary to say SURREY and WYATT, simply because the former was a Peer. SIR THOMAS WYATT. ALAS! Madam! for stealing of a kiss, Have I so much your mind therein offended? Have I then done so grievously amiss, That, by no means, the matter may be amended? Then, revenge you! and the next way is this. Another kiss shall have my life through ended! For to my mouth the first my heart did suck; The next shall clean out of my breast it pluck! THEY flee from me, that sometime did me seek, Thanked be Fortune! it hath been otherwise When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall, And softly said, 'Dear Heart! how like you this?' It was no dream! [for] I lay broad waking! And I have leave to go, of her goodness! But since that I so [un]kindly am served, I would fain know, What She hath deserved? WHOSO list to hunt, I know where is a Hind! As well as I, may spend his time in vain! And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. My Galley, charged with forgetfulness, Through sharp seas, in winter nights, doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, 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, Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance, Wreathed with error, and eke with ignorance. The Stars be hid, that led me to this pain. Drowned is Reason, that should me comfort; And I remain, despairing of my port. |