Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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13 | I. |
II. |
4 | III. |
IV. |
2 | V. |
VI. |
2 | VII. |
VIII. |
CCXLVII. |
CCXLVIII. |
CCXLIX. |
CCL. |
CCLI. |
CCLII. |
CCLIII. |
CCLIV. |
CCLV. |
CCLVI. |
CCLVII. |
CCLVIII. |
CCLIX. |
CCLX. |
CCLXI. |
IX. |
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LXIII
[What deth is worse then this]
What deth is worse then this
When my delight,
My wele, my joye, my blys,
Is from my sight?
Boeth daye and nyght
My liff, alas, I mys.
When my delight,
My wele, my joye, my blys,
Is from my sight?
Boeth daye and nyght
My liff, alas, I mys.
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For though I seme alyve,
My hert is hens
Thus botles for to stryve
Oute of presens
Of my defens,
Towerd my deth I dryve.
My hert is hens
Thus botles for to stryve
Oute of presens
Of my defens,
Towerd my deth I dryve.
Hertles, alas, what man
May long endure?
Alas, how lyve I then?
Syns no recure
May me assure
My liff I may well ban.
May long endure?
Alas, how lyve I then?
Syns no recure
May me assure
My liff I may well ban.
Thus doeth my torment gro
In dedly dred.
Alas, who myght lyve so,
Alyve as deed
Alyve to lede
A dedly lyff in woo.
In dedly dred.
Alas, who myght lyve so,
Alyve as deed
Alyve to lede
A dedly lyff in woo.
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