The poetical works of sir Thomas Wyatt. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1879 |
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... dread locking my liberty ; Yet as I guess , under disdainful brow One beam of ruth is in her cloudy look : Which comforteth the mind , that erst for fear shook : I ' Not : ' know not . 10 That bolded ' straight the way then seek I how ...
... dread locking my liberty ; Yet as I guess , under disdainful brow One beam of ruth is in her cloudy look : Which comforteth the mind , that erst for fear shook : I ' Not : ' know not . 10 That bolded ' straight the way then seek I how ...
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... dread to fall , I stand not fast . 2 Alas ! I tread an endless maze , That seek t'accord two contraries ; And hope thus still , and nothing hase , 1 Imprisoned in liberties : As one unheard , and still that cries ; Always thirsty , and ...
... dread to fall , I stand not fast . 2 Alas ! I tread an endless maze , That seek t'accord two contraries ; And hope thus still , and nothing hase , 1 Imprisoned in liberties : As one unheard , and still that cries ; Always thirsty , and ...
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... dread , That , but her help to health doth me restore , This restless life I may not lead . THE LOVER EXCUSETH HIM OF WORDS , WHEREWITH HE WAS UNJUSTLY CHARGED . 1 PERDIE ! I said it not , Nor never thought to do : As well as I , ye wot ...
... dread , That , but her help to health doth me restore , This restless life I may not lead . THE LOVER EXCUSETH HIM OF WORDS , WHEREWITH HE WAS UNJUSTLY CHARGED . 1 PERDIE ! I said it not , Nor never thought to do : As well as I , ye wot ...
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... dread ; Álas ! who might live so ; Alive , as dead : Alive , to lead A deadly life in woe . 1Recure : ' recovery . THE LOVER WHO CANNOT PREVAIL MUST NEEDS HAVE PATIENCE . 74 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS . That the Life of the Unregarded Lover ...
... dread ; Álas ! who might live so ; Alive , as dead : Alive , to lead A deadly life in woe . 1Recure : ' recovery . THE LOVER WHO CANNOT PREVAIL MUST NEEDS HAVE PATIENCE . 74 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS . That the Life of the Unregarded Lover ...
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... whet their teeth , Which to touch thee sometime did dread ? They find comfort , for thy mischief , Most wretched heart ! why art thou not dead ? 1 Tho : ' although . 10 ' What though that curs do fall by kind 88 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS .
... whet their teeth , Which to touch thee sometime did dread ? They find comfort , for thy mischief , Most wretched heart ! why art thou not dead ? 1 Tho : ' although . 10 ' What though that curs do fall by kind 88 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS .
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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.