Poems by Sir Thomas Wyatt
A Revocation
... Farewell my part! Thought for to take ...
Alas Madam for Stealing of a Kiss
... The next shall clean out of my breast it pluck ...
And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus?
... Say nay, say nay!And wilt thou leave me thus, ...
Avising The Bright Beams
... In frozen thought, now and now it standeth in flame ...
Farewell Love and all thy Laws for ever
... rittle darts,For hitherto though I have lost all my time,Me lusteth no lenger rotten boughs to climb ...
Forget not Yet the Tried Intent
... t then thine own approved,The which so long hath thee so loved,Whose steadfast faith yet never moved ...
Forget Not Yet
... Forget not yet.Forget not yet, forget not this, ...
I Abide and Abide and Better Abide
... Than to say 'abide' and yet shall not obtain ...
I Find No Peace
... Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain ...
In Spain
... Gainward the sun that shewth her wealthy pride, ...
Is it Possible
... o oft,To bring that lowest which was most aloft,And to fall highest yet to light soft:It is possible ...
Lux, My Fair Falcon
... But ye, my birds, I swear by all your bells, ...
Madam, Withouten Many Words
... .. And if ye will, then leave your bourds ...
Mine Own John Poynz
... Hang on their sleeves that way, as thou mayst see, ...
My Galley, Charged with Forgetfulness
... As though that death were light in such a case ...
