The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt. the Text Ed. by C.C. Clarke

The Poetical Works of Sir Thomas Wyatt. the Text Ed. by C.C. Clarke

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ...point out our danger: gnomons, time: As these are useless when the sun is set: 428 So those, but when more glorious reason shines. Reason should judge in all; in reason's eye, That sedentary shadow travels hard. But such our gravitation to the wrong, So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish, 'Tis later with the wise than he's aware: A Wilmington goes slower than the sun: And all mankind mistake their time of day: Even age itself. Fresh hopes are hourly sown In furrow'd brows. To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; no And turn our blessings into bane. Since oft Man must compute that age he cannot feel. He scarce believes he's older for his years. Thus, at life's latest eve, we keep in store One disappointment sure, to crown the rest; The disappointment of a promis'd hour. On this, or similar, Philander! thou, Whose mind was moral, as the preacher's tongue; And strong, to wield all science, worth the name; How often we talk'd down the summer's sun. 450 And cool'd our passions by the breezy stream! How often thaw'd and shorten'd winter's eve. By conflict kind, that struck out latent truth. Best found, so sought; to the recluse more coy! Thoughts disentangle passing o'er the lip; Clean runs the thread; if not, 'tis thrown away, Or kept to tie up nonsense for a song; Song, fashionably fruitless; such as stains The fancy, and unhallow'd passion fires; Chiming her saints to Cytherea's1 fane. 4eo 1 'Cytherea: ' Venns, from Cythera, one of the Ionian Islands, where she was worshipped. Know'st thou, Lorenzo! what a friend contains? 46i As bees mix'd nectar draw from fragrant flow'rs, So men from friendship, wisdom and delight; Twins tied by Nature, if they part, they die. Hast thou...
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  • English
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