Thomas Wyatt's Poetry Page

Change: That who so enjoys such kind of life to hold, In prison joys fettered with chains of gold. Further Reading: The standard edition of Wyatt's poetry is Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt, edited by Kenneth Muir (1949; rev. ed. 1969).   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 2894)

Change: Norris,FrancisNorris,Francis Weston & Mark Smeaton's deaths but fails to mention Anne Boleyn] -oOo- 'Ye Olde Mule' Ye old mule that think yourself so fair, Leave off with craft your beauty to repair, For it is true, without any fable, No man setteth   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 2831)

Change: believe the poem is a direct comment upon Henry VIII's infatuation for Anne, her character, and her newfound importance at the English court, such that when   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 2831)

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Change: -oOo- If waker care, if sudden pale colour,If many sighs, with little speech to plain,Now Joy, now woe, if they my cheer disdain,For hope of small, if much to fear therefore;To haste to slack my pace less or more,Be sign of love,   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 2643)

Change: Norris,Norris, Norris, my tears begin to run To think what hap did thee so lead or guide Whereby thou hast both thee and thine undone That is bewailed in court of every side; In place also where thou hast never been Both man and child   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 2505)

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Change: sesee you be not idle:Thy neice,niece, they cousin, thy sister or thy daughter,If she be fair, if handsome by her middle,If thy better hath her love besought her,Advance his cause, and he shall help thy need,It is but love,   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 1801)

Change: As though that death were light in such a case; An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords great hindrance, Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance. The stars   View changes from previous version. (Word count: 1679)

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