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... sighs and trusty fearfulness ; A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance : 10 Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ; The stars be hid that lead me to this pain 8 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS .
... sighs and trusty fearfulness ; A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance : 10 Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ; The stars be hid that lead me to this pain 8 WYATT'S POETICAL WORKS .
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Sir Thomas Wyatt Charles Cowden Clarke. The stars be hid that lead me to this pain ; Drown'd is reason that should be my comfort , And I remain , despairing of the port . 12 OF DOUBTFUL LOVE . AVISING the bright beams of those fair eyes ...
Sir Thomas Wyatt Charles Cowden Clarke. The stars be hid that lead me to this pain ; Drown'd is reason that should be my comfort , And I remain , despairing of the port . 12 OF DOUBTFUL LOVE . AVISING the bright beams of those fair eyes ...
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... star That is in heaven above , May frown on me to mar say . The hope I have in love ! And if I did , such war As they brought unto Troy , Bring all my life as far From all his lust and joy ! 4 And if I did so say , The beauty 42 WYATT'S ...
... star That is in heaven above , May frown on me to mar say . The hope I have in love ! And if I did , such war As they brought unto Troy , Bring all my life as far From all his lust and joy ! 4 And if I did so say , The beauty 42 WYATT'S ...
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... star in heaven fixed , And gives the moon her horns , and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in his working ; So that wretched no way may thou be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . 3 All ' were it so thou had a flood ...
... star in heaven fixed , And gives the moon her horns , and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in his working ; So that wretched no way may thou be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . 3 All ' were it so thou had a flood ...
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... star may show me light ; But though the heaven would work me woe , Who hath himself shall stand upright ; And he is wretched that weens him so . ' 7 Hath he himself that is not sure ? His trust is like as he hath sped . Against the ...
... star may show me light ; But though the heaven would work me woe , Who hath himself shall stand upright ; And he is wretched that weens him so . ' 7 Hath he himself that is not sure ? His trust is like as he hath sped . Against the ...
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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.