The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Watt: With Memoir and Critical DissertationW. P. Nimmo, 1868 - 211 pages |
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... grieving , I will not stick with them , I grant it , and so I think it would do to any here . But if they use that word " grudging , " including a desire to revenge , I say they lie , I never so grudged ; nor they nor any other man can ...
... grieving , I will not stick with them , I grant it , and so I think it would do to any here . But if they use that word " grudging , " including a desire to revenge , I say they lie , I never so grudged ; nor they nor any other man can ...
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... grief ; Please it you so , to this to do relief : If otherwise you seek for to fulfil 10 Your wrath , you err , and shall not as you ween ; And you yourself the cause thereof have been . THE ABUSED LOVER SEETH HIS FOLLY , AND INTENDETH ...
... grief ; Please it you so , to this to do relief : If otherwise you seek for to fulfil 10 Your wrath , you err , and shall not as you ween ; And you yourself the cause thereof have been . THE ABUSED LOVER SEETH HIS FOLLY , AND INTENDETH ...
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... grief , and all the rest . The water'd eyen from whence the tears do fall , Do feel some force , or else they would be dry ; The wasted flesh of colour dead can try , And sometime tell what sweetness is in gall : And he that lust to see ...
... grief , and all the rest . The water'd eyen from whence the tears do fall , Do feel some force , or else they would be dry ; The wasted flesh of colour dead can try , And sometime tell what sweetness is in gall : And he that lust to see ...
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... grief away can take ; Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee forsake . THE LOVER COMPLAINETH THAT HIS LOVE DOTH NOT PITY HIM . 1 RESOUND my voice , ye woods , that hear me plain ; Both hills and vales causing reflexion ; And rivers eke ...
... grief away can take ; Wherefore with tears , my bed , I thee forsake . THE LOVER COMPLAINETH THAT HIS LOVE DOTH NOT PITY HIM . 1 RESOUND my voice , ye woods , that hear me plain ; Both hills and vales causing reflexion ; And rivers eke ...
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... 5 Then was I like the straw , when that the flame Is driven therein by force and rage of wind ; I cannot tell , alas ! what I shall blame , Nor what to seek , nor what to find . 6 But well I wot the grief doth hold me ODES . 41.
... 5 Then was I like the straw , when that the flame Is driven therein by force and rage of wind ; I cannot tell , alas ! what I shall blame , Nor what to seek , nor what to find . 6 But well I wot the grief doth hold me ODES . 41.
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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.