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... Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt : " - " Divers thy death , so diversely bemoan Some that in presence of thy livelihed * Lurked , whose breasts envy with hate had swollen , Yield Cæsar's tears upon Pompeius ' head . Some that watched with the ...
... Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt : " - " Divers thy death , so diversely bemoan Some that in presence of thy livelihed * Lurked , whose breasts envy with hate had swollen , Yield Cæsar's tears upon Pompeius ' head . Some that watched with the ...
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... Death of his Love A Renouncing of Love 1555 no more The Lover Describeth his being Stricken with Sight of his Love The Wavering Lover Willeth , and Dreadeth to Move his Desire . The Lover having Dreamed En- joying of his Love , Complain ...
... Death of his Love A Renouncing of Love 1555 no more The Lover Describeth his being Stricken with Sight of his Love The Wavering Lover Willeth , and Dreadeth to Move his Desire . The Lover having Dreamed En- joying of his Love , Complain ...
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... Death . 158 · · 159 159 • 159 160 To his Lover to Look upon him 160 131 Of Disappointed Purpose by Negligence 160 Of his Return from Spain 161 Wyatt being in Prison , to Bryan 161 133 • 135 Of such as had Forsaken him . The Lover Hopeth ...
... Death . 158 · · 159 159 • 159 160 To his Lover to Look upon him 160 131 Of Disappointed Purpose by Negligence 160 Of his Return from Spain 161 Wyatt being in Prison , to Bryan 161 133 • 135 Of such as had Forsaken him . The Lover Hopeth ...
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... death it giveth me occasion . Without eye I see ; without tongue I plain : I wish to perish , yet I ask for health ; I love another , and I hate myself ; I feed me in sorrow , and laugh in all my pain . Lo , thus displeaseth me both death ...
... death it giveth me occasion . Without eye I see ; without tongue I plain : I wish to perish , yet I ask for health ; I love another , and I hate myself ; I feed me in sorrow , and laugh in all my pain . Lo , thus displeaseth me both death ...
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... DEATH OF HIS LOVE . THE pillar perish'd is whereto I leant , The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind ; The like of it no man again can find , From east to west still seeking though he went , To mine unhap ; for hap away hath rent Of all ...
... DEATH OF HIS LOVE . THE pillar perish'd is whereto I leant , The strongest stay of mine unquiet mind ; The like of it no man again can find , From east to west still seeking though he went , To mine unhap ; for hap away hath rent Of all ...
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aileth Anne Boleyn art thou assign'd blind breast Busiris cause CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE cruel dark dear death deed desert desire despair disdain divine dost dread Earl of Essex earth EDWARD YOUNG eternal evermore eyes fair faith fate fault fear feel feign fire flame fleeth Forget Fortune Gainward glory gold grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven hope immortal Lady live look Lord Lorenzo love for love LOVER lust Lute mercy mind never Night Thoughts nought o'er offence pain Patience pity plain pleasant pleasure praise say nay seek sighs sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt smart smile song sore sorrow soul steadfast sure tears thee thine thing Thou shalt Thy majesty thyself trust truth unkind unto waste wealth weens Whereby whereof wind wise withouten woful words wretched Wyatt ye list Young
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Página 10 - Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Página 27 - 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...
Página xxvi - Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters! twins From ancient night, who nurse the tender thought! To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man,) Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine.
Página xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Página 24 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 2 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust ? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptur'd or alarm'd, At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Página 10 - Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Página xxviii - What can preserve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there.
Página 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
Página 16 - I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I by no means my wearied mind Draw from the deer ; but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow : I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt As well as I, may spend his time in vain : And graven with diamonds in letters plain, There is written her fair neck round about : " Noli me tangere ; for Caesar's I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.