Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak 160 Restore thy tresses to the golden ore 39 See the chariot at hand here of Love 66 71 Send home my long-stray'd eyes to me Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I thus euer long, and be no whit the nere? She dwelt among the untrodden ways She walks in beauty, like the night She was a phantom of delight Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part Since Phyllis vouchsafed me a look Sleep, angry beauty, sleep and fear not me! So oft as I her beauty do behold So, we'll go no more a roving Some glory in their birth, some in their skill II 5 57 47 84 85 146 186 172 147 49 42 136 56 176 47 218 167 73 Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain 107 The face of all the world is changed, I think 196 There is a lady sweet and kind There is no one beside thee, and no one above thee There sits a bird on every tree Think not of it, sweet one, so This holy season fit to fast and pray Those eyes that set my fancy on a fire - Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white Thou art returned, great Light, to that blest hour Though I must live here, and by force - Trust not, sweet soul, those curled waves of gold Turn back, you wanton flyer When, dearest, I but think of thee 201 39 171 58 65 199 194 182 25 64 56 106 191 90 148 180 49 109 171 141 122 81 57 161 93 65 42 III When I have fears that I may cease to be When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes 183 48 146 48 Why I tie about thy wrist 17 112 150 92 Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes Why so pale and wan, fond lover? With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the skies! Ye blushing virgins happy are Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon 112 29 105 142 12 74 97 166 95 205 A LITTLE BOOK OF LOVE POEMS FORGET NOT YET ORGET not yet the tried intent FOR My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet when first began Forget not yet the great assays, Forget not! oh! forget not this, Forget not then thine own approved, SIR THOMAS WYATT |