Poems by Henry Howard
Of The Death Of Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder
... The earth his bones, the heavens possess his ghost ...
The Things That Cause A Quiet Life
... Neither wish death, nor fear his might ...
A Satire Against The Citizens Of London
... That pride might know, from conscience free ...
Love That Doth Reign And Live
... For my lord's guilt thus faultless bide I pain ...
From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race
... With a king's child, where she tastes ghostly food ...
The Frailty And Hurtfulness Of Beauty
... Thou farest as fruit that with the frost is taken, ...
Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord
... Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice ...
Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before
... That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine:&emsp ...
Of Thy Life, Thomas, This Compass Well Mark
... [to embrace] Void of dangers advisedly hath his home, ...
In Cypres Springes, Wheras Dame Venus Dwelt
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The Soote Season
... With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale ...
A Praise Of His Love
... That spent your boasts and brags in vain ...
So Cruel Prison
... The gravel'd ground, with sleeves tied on the helm, ...
The Sun Hath Twice
... Each thing alive, that sees the heaven with eye, ...
Certain Books of Virgil's {AE}neis: Book II
... , give no trustUnto this horse, for, whatsoever it be,I dread the Greeks, yea, when they offer gifts ...
