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Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson

Wyatt, Thomas (1503?-1542)

21 occurrences of plaints
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I Poems from the Egerton Manuscript

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XCVIII In Spayne

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CIV Jopas' Song

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III Penitential Psalms

[The great Macedon that out of Perse chasyd]

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IV Poems from the Blage Manuscript

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CXXXVIII The answere

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CLII The Aunswere

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CLXXVI V. Innocentia Veritas Viat Fides Circumdederunt me inimici mei

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V Poems from the Devonshire Manuscript

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VI Poems from the Arundel Manuscript

CCXXXIV.

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CCXXXVI.

CCXXXVII.

CCXXXVIII.

CCXXXIX.

CCXXXIX Th' Argument

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VII Poems from Minor Manuscripts

CCXLI.

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VIII Poems from Tottel's Songes and Sonettes

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IX Poems from The Court of Venus and A Boke of Balettes

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CXLI

[I muste go walke the woodes so wyld]

I muste go walke the woodes so wyld,
And wander here and there
In dred and Dedly fere;
For wher I trust, I am begilyd,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

I am banysshed from my blys
By craft and fals pretens,
Fawtles, without offens,
And of return no certen ys,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

Banysshed am I, remedyles,
To wildernes alone,
Alone to sigh and mone,
And of relefe all comfortles,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

My house shalbe the grene wood tre,
A tuft of brakys my bede,
And this my lyf I lede
As one that from his Joy doth fly,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

The runnyng stremes shalbe my drynke,
Akehornes shalbe my foode;
Naught Elles shall doo me good,
But on your beawty for to thynke,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

And when the Dere draw to the grene
Makys me thynke on a row,
How I haue sene ye goo
Aboue the fayrest, fayrest besene,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

151

But where I se in any cost
To turkylles set and play,
Rejoysing all the day,
Alas, I thinck this haue I lost,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

No Byrd no bushe, no bowgh I se
But bryngith to my mynd
Sumthing wherby I fynd
My hart far wandred, far fro me,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

The tune of byrdes when I doo here,
My hart doth bled, alas,
Remembryng how I was
Wont for to here your wayes so clere,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

My thought doth please me for the while:
While I se my Desire
Naught Elles I do requyer.
So with my thought I me begyle,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

Yet I am further from my thought
Then yerth from hevyn aboue:
And yet for to remoue
My payne, alas, avayleth naught,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

And where I ly Secret, alone,
I marke that face a none,
That stayith my Lyff, as one
That other comfort can get non,
And all for your Loue, my dere.

The Sumer Dayes that be so long,
I walked and wandred wyde,
Alone, without a gyde,
Alwayes thynkyng how I haue wrong,
And all for your loue, my dere.

152

The wynter nyghtes that ar so cold,
I ly amyd the
Vnwrapt in pryckyng thornes,
Remembryng my sorowes old,
And all for your loue, my dere.

A wofull man such desprat lyfe
Becummyth best of all;
But wo myght them befall
That are the causers of this stryfe,
And all for your Loue, my dere.