Sir Thomas Wyatt

(1503-1542 / Kent / England)

Sir Thomas Wyatt Poems

1. Patience, Though I Have Not 6/18/2015
2. A Description of Such a One As He Would Love 10/30/2015
3. The Lively sparks that issue from those eyes 3/4/2016
4. I Am As I Am 7/6/2015
5. Divers Doth Use, As I Have Heard And Know 12/16/2014
6. Ye Old Mule 5/17/2001
7. The Furious Gun 1/3/2003
8. Since Ye So Please 1/3/2003
9. What Needeth These Threat'Ning Words 5/17/2001
10. The Appeal: An Earnest Suit To His Unkind Mistress, Not To Forsake Him 1/4/2003
11. The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse 1/3/2003
12. To His Lute 1/4/2003
13. Of The Mean And Sure Estate 1/1/2004
14. With Serving Still 1/3/2003
15. The Heart And Service 5/17/2001
16. Unstable Dream 5/17/2001
17. The Long Love That In My Thought Doth Harbour 5/17/2001
18. Since So Ye Please 5/17/2001
19. Satire Ii:The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse 1/1/2004
20. What Should I Say 5/17/2001
21. Avising The Bright Beams 5/17/2001
22. Translation Of Petrarch's Rima, Sonnet 134 1/1/2004
23. Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind 5/17/2001
24. My Lute, Awake 1/3/2003
25. The Long Love 1/3/2003
26. Mine Own John Poynz 5/17/2001
27. I Abide And Abide And Better Abide 5/17/2001
28. My Galley, Charged With Forgetfulness 5/17/2001
29. Madame, Withouten Many Words 1/3/2003
30. Forget Not Yet The Tried Intent 5/17/2001
31. Madam, Withouten Many Words 5/17/2001
32. Abide And Abide And Better Abide 1/1/2004
33. My Galley Chargèd With Forgetfulness 1/3/2003
34. Forget Not Yet: The Lover Beseecheth His Mistress Not To Forget His Steadfast Faith And True Intent 1/4/2003
35. In Spain 5/17/2001
36. A Revocation 1/4/2003
37. Lux, My Fair Falcon 1/3/2003
38. They Flee From Me 5/17/2001
39. And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus? 5/17/2001
40. I Find No Peace 5/17/2001
Best Poem of Sir Thomas Wyatt

Is It Possible

Is it possible
That so high debate,
So sharp, so sore, and of such rate,
Should end so soon and was begun so late?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
So cruel intent,
So hasty heat and so soon spent,
From love to hate, and thence for to relent?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
That any may find
Within one heart so diverse mind,
To change or turn as weather and wind?
Is it possible?

Is it possible
To spy it in an eye
That turns as oft as chance on die,
The truth whereof can any try?
Is it possible?

It is possible
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My Lute Awake

My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.

As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her heart as soon;

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