The Poems of Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, Band 1University of Washington Press, 1920 - 238 Seiten |
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... teares to here thy fame so good . Indeed , the three poems in memory of Wyatt are to all intents autobiographical . For the first time the poetry of Surrey reflects the compassion , because of the kinship , of suffering . He was ...
... teares to here thy fame so good . Indeed , the three poems in memory of Wyatt are to all intents autobiographical . For the first time the poetry of Surrey reflects the compassion , because of the kinship , of suffering . He was ...
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... teares , as floudes of rayne , Beare witnes of my wofull smart ; When sighes haue wasted so my breath That I lye at the poynte of death ; 5 I call to minde the nauye greate That the Greekes brought to Troye towne , And how the boysteous ...
... teares , as floudes of rayne , Beare witnes of my wofull smart ; When sighes haue wasted so my breath That I lye at the poynte of death ; 5 I call to minde the nauye greate That the Greekes brought to Troye towne , And how the boysteous ...
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... teares did bayne my brest , Where love his pleasaunt traynes had sowne , The brewt therof my frewt opprest , 15 Or that the bloomes were sprunge & blowne . And where myne eyes did still pursewe The flying chace that was their quest ...
... teares did bayne my brest , Where love his pleasaunt traynes had sowne , The brewt therof my frewt opprest , 15 Or that the bloomes were sprunge & blowne . And where myne eyes did still pursewe The flying chace that was their quest ...
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... teares , for his redresse , I rashly to him ran And in my arms I caught him fast , and thus I spake hym than : " What wofull wight art thou , that in such heauy case Tormentes thy selfe with such despite , here in this desert place ...
... teares , for his redresse , I rashly to him ran And in my arms I caught him fast , and thus I spake hym than : " What wofull wight art thou , that in such heauy case Tormentes thy selfe with such despite , here in this desert place ...
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... teares , From teares to painfull plaint againe ; and thus my life it wears . No thing vnder the sunne that I can here or se , But moueth me for to bewaile my cruell destenie . 10 For wher men do reioyce , since that I can 66 THE POEMS ...
... teares , From teares to painfull plaint againe ; and thus my life it wears . No thing vnder the sunne that I can here or se , But moueth me for to bewaile my cruell destenie . 10 For wher men do reioyce , since that I can 66 THE POEMS ...
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Aeneas Æneid amphibrach anapaest armes Bapst behold blank verse blood brest chaunce Clere Creusa death destenie Dido doth Duchess Duke of Norfolk Earl of Surrey eche English euery father flame Foll fourth frend fynde gaue geue godes gods grace graunt Grekes Grekish grene hand hart hast hath haue hedd hert Iulus iust King Lady Latin leaue light lines Lord loue louer minde mynd myne neuer night Nott payne playne poem poet pple Priams prince Psalm quene quod rage reads realme sayd seas seke seme shew sister sithe slepe sonne sonnet sterres Surrey's swete temples terza rima thee ther thie thing thou thought thow Tottel's Miscellany town translation trapt trochee Troiane tyme Variants verse Vita vnder vnto vpon warr welth wheare wher Whoes Wiat wight wofull wold words wrath Wyatt yeld yeres youth
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Seite 82 - Lord, thou chase; (Aye me! while life did last that league was tender) Tracing whose steps thou sawest Kelsall blaze, Laundersey burnt, and battered Bullen render. At Mottrel gates, hopeless of all recure, Thine Earl, half dead, gave in thy hand his will; Which cause did thee this pining death procure.
Seite 10 - How he would be a rich old man, to live and lie at rest. The rich old man that sees his end draw on so sore, How he would be a boy again, to live so much the more.
Seite 97 - Hither them secretly the Greeks withdrew, Shrouding themselves under the desert shore. And weening we they had been fled and gone, And with that wind had...
Seite 107 - For nought ye strive to save the burning town. What cruel fortune hath betid, ye see; The gods out of the temples all are fled, Through...
Seite 45 - Alas, so all thinges nowe doe holde their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing; The beastes, the ayer, the birdes their song doe cease; The nightes chare the starres aboute dothe bring. Calme is the sea, the waves worke lesse and lesse...
Seite 77 - And harder then hys ladyes syde his targe; From glotton feastes to sowldyers fare a chaunge; His helmet, far aboue a garlandes charge. Who scace the name of manhode dyd retayne...
Seite 81 - To lyve upright and smile at fortunes choyce. A hand that taught what might be sayd in ryme; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit; A mark the which, unparfited for time, Some may approche, but never none shall hit.
Seite 79 - Laid in my quyett bedd, in study as I weare, I saw within my troubled hed a heape of thoughtes appeare; And every thought did shew so lyvelye in myne eyes, That now I sight, and then I smylde, as cawse of thought did ryse. I saw the lytle boye, in thought how ofte that he 5 Did wishe of Godd to scape the rodd, a tall yong man to be; The yong man, eke, that feeles his bones with paynes opprest, How he wold be a riche olde man, to lyve and lye att rest; The ryche olde man, that sees his end draw on...
Seite 46 - Love that doth reign and live within my thought, And built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought Oft in my face he doth his banner rest. But she that taught me, love and suffer pain, My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire, With shamefast look to shadow and refrain, Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire.
Seite 45 - With grene hath clad the hill, and eke the vale : The nightingale with fethers new she sings : The turtle to her mate hath told her tale...