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Was a 16th century English lyrical poet.
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Sir Thomas Wyatt's poems
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I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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I FIND no peace, and all my war is done;
I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice;
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
The cause why that homeward I me draw,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
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Rating: 0.00
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Since so ye please to hear me plain,
And that ye do rejoice my smart,
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Rating: 0.00
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I abide and abide and better abide,
And after the old proverb, the happy day;
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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WHAT should I say?
--Since Faith is dead,
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Rating: 0.00
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And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
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Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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They flee from me that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
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Rating: 3.91
Votes: 11 |
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