The Surrey and Wyatt Anthology, 1509-1547 A. D.

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H. Frowde, 1901 - English poetry - 315 pages

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Page 11 - 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 thusT Say nay, say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee?
Page 64 - The turtle to her mate 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 2 - They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
Page 78 - Maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue. The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue; Where each of us did plead the other's right.
Page 36 - BLAME not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange, And speak such words as touch thy change, Blame not my Lute ! 2 My Lute, alas!
Page 13 - In winter nights that are so cold, Plaining in vain unto the moon; Thy wishes then dare not be told: Care then who list, for I have done.
Page 25 - A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, Should not be fair, but lovely to behold ; Of lively look, all grief for to repel ; With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak without word, such words as none can tell : Her tress also should be of crisped gold ; With wit, and these perchance I might be tried, And knit again with knot, that should not slide.
Page 80 - Than doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith, ye may it trust, As it by writing sealed were : And virtues hath she many mo' Than I with pen have skill to show.
Page 130 - Caput apri defero Reddens laudes Domino. The boar's head in hand bring I, With garlands gay and rosemary. I pray you, all sing merrily Qui estis in convivio.
Page 16 - FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...

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