Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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[Goo burnyng sighes Vnto the frosen hert!]
Goo burnyng sighes Vnto the frosen hert!
Goo breke the Ise which pites paynfull dert
Myght never perse, and if mortall prayer
In hevyn may be herd, at lest I desire
That deth or mercy be end of my smart.
Take with the payne wherof I have my part,
And eke the flame from which I cannot stert
And leve me then in rest, I you require:
Goo burning sighes!
Goo breke the Ise which pites paynfull dert
Myght never perse, and if mortall prayer
In hevyn may be herd, at lest I desire
That deth or mercy be end of my smart.
Take with the payne wherof I have my part,
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And leve me then in rest, I you require:
Goo burning sighes!
I must goo worke, I se, by craft and art,
For trueth and faith in her is laide apart;
Alas, I cannot therefore assaill her
With pitefull plaint and scalding fyer,
That oute of my brest doeth straynably stert:
Goo burning sighes!
For trueth and faith in her is laide apart;
Alas, I cannot therefore assaill her
With pitefull plaint and scalding fyer,
That oute of my brest doeth straynably stert:
Goo burning sighes!
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