The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Watt: With Memoir and Critical DissertationW. P. Nimmo, 1868 - 211 pages |
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... lover . Anne was attended by the poet's sister Margaret , on the scaffold , and , with a smile of farewell tenderness , gave to her a little prayer - book , set in gold , enamelled black , which she long preserved as a precious relic ...
... lover . Anne was attended by the poet's sister Margaret , on the scaffold , and , with a smile of farewell tenderness , gave to her a little prayer - book , set in gold , enamelled black , which she long preserved as a precious relic ...
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... Lover Forsaketh his Unkind Love . The Lover Describeth his Rest- The Lover Waxeth Wiser and I will not Die for Affection The Abused Lover Seeth his Folly and Intendeth to Trust less State . The Lover Laments the Death of his Love A ...
... Lover Forsaketh his Unkind Love . The Lover Describeth his Rest- The Lover Waxeth Wiser and I will not Die for Affection The Abused Lover Seeth his Folly and Intendeth to Trust less State . The Lover Laments the Death of his Love A ...
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... Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of his Love . The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoy- ing of his Love The Lover Sheweth how he is Forsaken of such as he Some- time Enjoyed The Lover to his Bed , with De- scribing of his Unquiet State 24 26 The ...
... Lover Complaineth the Unkindness of his Love . The Lover Rejoiceth the Enjoy- ing of his Love The Lover Sheweth how he is Forsaken of such as he Some- time Enjoyed The Lover to his Bed , with De- scribing of his Unquiet State 24 26 The ...
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... Lover Complaineth that his Mistress Regardeth not his Sufferings The Careful Lover Complain- eth , and the Happy Lover Counselleth PAGE 78 79 80 88 80 81 • The Lover having Broken his Bondage , Voweth never more to be Enthralled 82 He ...
... Lover Complaineth that his Mistress Regardeth not his Sufferings The Careful Lover Complain- eth , and the Happy Lover Counselleth PAGE 78 79 80 88 80 81 • The Lover having Broken his Bondage , Voweth never more to be Enthralled 82 He ...
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... Lover Prayeth that his Lady's Heart might be En- flamed with Equal Affection The Disdainful Lady Refusing to hear her Lover's Suit , he Resolveth to Forsake her The Absent Lover Findeth all his Pains Redoubled . . He Seeketh Comfort in ...
... Lover Prayeth that his Lady's Heart might be En- flamed with Equal Affection The Disdainful Lady Refusing to hear her Lover's Suit , he Resolveth to Forsake her The Absent Lover Findeth all his Pains Redoubled . . He Seeketh Comfort in ...
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accuse afore ambassador Anne Boleyn assign'd Bishop of London Bishop of Rome blame cause chance chere complain cruel CRUEL LOVE cruelty deadly dear death declare deed desert desire despair disdain dread Earl of Essex evermore eyes faith fault fear feign fire fleeth forsake Fortune grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope King King's Majesty Lady liberty live Lord love for love LOVER COMPLAINETH lust lute Mason matter mayst mercy mind MISTRESS moan never nought offence pain Patience PENITENTIAL PSALMS perdie pity plain pleasant pleasure Pole proof redress rejoice say nay seek sighs SIR THOMAS WYATT smart song sore sorrow Spain steadfast stony heart sure tears thee thereof thine thing thou hast thought thyself traitor treason true trust truth unkind unto vaileth wealth weens Whereby wherein withouten woful words wretched Wyatt ye know ye list YIELDEN
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Page 25 - 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 25 - 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 23 - 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 22 - 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 128 - 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 25 - Therewith all sweetly did me kiss, And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?
Page 100 - 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 13 - LOVE. FAREWELL, Love, and all thy laws for ever ; Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more : Senec, and Plato, call me from thy lore, To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavour...
Page 87 - 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 ! My Lute ! alas ! doth not offend, Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend, 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...
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.