The poetical works of sir Thomas Wyatt. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke1879 |
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الصفحة ix
... from perfect . She had six fingers on her right hand , and her complexion was too yellow . Her eyes , however , were fine , and her carriage majestic . imprisoned , accused , brought to trial before a jury THE LIFE OF SIR THOMAS WYATT . ix.
... from perfect . She had six fingers on her right hand , and her complexion was too yellow . Her eyes , however , were fine , and her carriage majestic . imprisoned , accused , brought to trial before a jury THE LIFE OF SIR THOMAS WYATT . ix.
الصفحة xiv
... hand , came to his aid , but in vain . His constitution speedily yielded to the disease , and he expired on the 10th or 11th of October 1542 , at the early age of thirty - nine . Horsey closed his eyes , and his body being unfit for ...
... hand , came to his aid , but in vain . His constitution speedily yielded to the disease , and he expired on the 10th or 11th of October 1542 , at the early age of thirty - nine . Horsey closed his eyes , and his body being unfit for ...
الصفحة xv
... hand , the merely animal feeling to be found in Dryden , and under a guise of refinement and a classical costume in Horace also , and Anacreon ; nor is it , on the other hand , the fine etherealised rapture of a Crashaw or a Shelley ...
... hand , the merely animal feeling to be found in Dryden , and under a guise of refinement and a classical costume in Horace also , and Anacreon ; nor is it , on the other hand , the fine etherealised rapture of a Crashaw or a Shelley ...
الصفحة xvi
... hand , part fair foes , and shake hands ere they diverge from each other's paths for ever . In his version of the Seven Penitential Psalms , some have fancied that they see a tacit acknowledgment , on our poet's part , of some special ...
... hand , part fair foes , and shake hands ere they diverge from each other's paths for ever . In his version of the Seven Penitential Psalms , some have fancied that they see a tacit acknowledgment , on our poet's part , of some special ...
الصفحة xx
... hands , or through my hands unopened , but of the Priest that XX THE DEFENCE OF SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... hands , or through my hands unopened , but of the Priest that XX THE DEFENCE OF SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة xxvi - Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause, An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 208 - Prayer ardent opens heaven, lets down a stream Of glory on the consecrated hour Of man, in audience with the Deity.
الصفحة 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.