Mary Wroth

(1587-1651 / England)

Mary Wroth Poems

1. [bee You All Pleas'D, Your Pleasures Grieve Not Me] 9/18/2010
2. [no Time, No Roome, No Thought, Or Writing Can Give Rest] 9/18/2010
3. [o That No Day Would Ever More Appear] 9/18/2010
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Best Poem of Mary Wroth

From: Pamphilia To Amphilanthus: Sonnet 1

When night's blacke Mantle could most darknesse prove,
And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,
From Knowledge of my selfe, then thoughts did move
Swifter then those, most swiftnesse neede require.
In sleepe, a Chariot drawne by wing'd Desire,
I saw; where sate bright Venus Queene of Love,
And at her feete her Sonne, still adding Fire
To burning hearts, which she did hold above,
But one heart flaming more then all the rest,
The Goddesse held, and put it to my breast,
'Deare Sonne now shoot,' said she: 'thus must we winne;'
He her obey'd, and martyr'd my ...

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You endlesse torments that my rest opresse,
How long will you delight in my sad paine?
Will never Love your favour more expresse?
Shall I still live, and euer feele disdaine?
Alasse now stay, and let my griefe obtaine
Some end; feede not my heart with sharpe distresse:
Let me once see my cruell fortunes gaine,
At least release, and long-felt woes redresse.
Let not the blame of cruelty disgrace

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