Mary Wroth

(1587-1651 / England)

Mary Wroth Poems

1. from: Pamphilia to Amphilanthus: Sonnet 1 9/18/2010
2. 74 9/18/2010
3. 16 9/18/2010
4. 7 (Song 1) 9/18/2010
5. [The weary Traveller, who tyred, sought] 9/18/2010
6. 14 (Song 2) 9/18/2010
7. [My Muse now happy lay thy selfe to rest,] 9/18/2010
8. 21 (Song 3) 9/18/2010
9. 52 9/18/2010
10. 28 (Song 4) 9/18/2010
11. 12 9/18/2010
12. 22 9/18/2010
13. 64 9/18/2010
14. 49 (Song 7) 9/18/2010
15. Sonnet XIV 9/18/2010
16. 55 9/18/2010
17. 59 9/18/2010
18. 13 9/18/2010
19. 19 9/18/2010
20. 24 9/18/2010

14 (Song 2)

All Night I weepe, all Day I cry, Ay me,
I still doe wish, though yet deny, ay me;
I sigh, I mourne, I say that still,
I only am the store for ill, ay me.

In coldest hopes I freeze, yet burne, ay me,
From flames I strive to fly, yet turne, ay me:
From griefe I hast, but sorrowes hye,
And on my heart all woes do lye, ay me.

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