Mary Stuart

Mary Stuart Poems

O Lord my God, receive my prayer
Which is according to thy holy will;
For if, O great king, it should please thee still

In my sad, quiet song,
A melancholy air,
I shall look deep and long

O my Lord and my God, I have trusted in Thee.
O my dear Jesus, no liberate me.
In shackle and chain, in torture and pain, I long for Thee.

One thought, that is my torment and delight,
Ebbs and flows bittersweet within my heart
And between doubt and hope rends me apart

And now at last she starts to comprehend
How poor her judgement was and to discover
She should not undervalue such a lover,

She does your bidding for her honour's sake.
I do your bidding and have naught but strife

'Tis not because my strength outranks both flame and brand,
Nor because my facets display a cunning hand,

Lord, grant your mercy unto me:
Teach me some way that he may know
My love for him is not an empty show

My love for him is growing and shall grow
Throughout my life as long as there's a part
Where it can grow to greatness in that heart;

Into his hands and wholly in his power
I place my son, my honour and my all,
My country, my subjects, my surrendered soul

When it is meet for rest to be our guide
And for a while set every care aside,
A memory of my bitter life doth creep

Alas what am I? What use has my life?
I am but a body whose heart's torn away,
A vain shadow, an object of misery

The wrath of God is not appeased by blood
Of goats nor oxen on the altar laid,
No incense nor any sacrifice made

Did any more ill-fated e'er draw breath?
Wherefore life has no more use than death.
Rather than change my sorrows' destiny,

A heart which suffers agony
Through scorn, rejection and disdain
Still has the power and right to say:
'What I was I no more remain'.

Time is more use to us than wealth or fate
Because it changes when appropriate.

The gods, the heavens, death, envy and hate rail on;
They are deaf, angry, cruel, marshalled against me.

While you made love, she lay with cold disdain.
If you were suffering the heat of passion
That comes from loving with too much emotion,

And I have shed for him so many a tear.
First when he took my body and made it his own
Although my heart was not yet won.

I call you my sole sustenance of life
Only because I seek to make it true;
Thus I dare force myself in all I do

Mary Stuart Biography

Mary, Queen of Scots (born as Mary Stewart and known in French as Marie Stuart; 8 December 1542 – 8 February 1587) was Scottish queen regnant from 14 December 1542 to 24 July 1567. In the lists of Scottish sovereigns, she is recognized as Mary I, and is hence sometimes confused with Mary I of England. Her great-great-granddaughter was Mary II of England and Scotland. She was the only surviving legitimate child of King James V. She was six days old when her father died and she was crowned nine months later. In 1558, she married Francis, Dauphin of France, who ascended the French throne as Francis II in 1559. Mary was not Queen of France for long; she was widowed on 5 December 1560. After her husband's death, Mary returned to Scotland, arriving in Leith on 19 August 1561. Four years later, she married her first cousin, Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley. Their union was unhappy and in February 1567, there was a huge explosion at their house, and Darnley was found dead, apparently strangled, in the garden. She soon married James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell, who was generally believed to be Darnley's murderer. Following an uprising against the couple, Mary was imprisoned in Loch Leven Castle on 15 June and forced to abdicate in favour of her one-year-old son, James VI. After an unsuccessful attempt to regain the throne, Mary fled to England seeking protection from her first cousin once removed, Queen Elizabeth I, whose kingdom she hoped to inherit. Elizabeth ordered her arrest because of the threat presented by Mary, who had previously claimed Elizabeth's throne as her own and was considered the legitimate sovereign of England by many English Catholics, including participants in the Rising of the North. After 19 years in custody in a number of castles and manor houses in England, she was tried and executed for treason for her involvement in three plots to assassinate Elizabet.)

The Best Poem Of Mary Stuart

O Lord My God, Receive My Prayer

O Lord my God, receive my prayer
Which is according to thy holy will;
For if, O great king, it should please thee still
I shall defend thee while I still draw air.
Alas, O Lord, I shall backslide once more,
Fatigued too soon unless thy bounty fill
And give resolve unto my own weak will
And with thy virtue open wide the door.
You wish, Lord, to be master of my heart.
Come then O Lord and make me your redoubt
That earthly love and hate be driven out
And good and evil and all care depart.
Only allow me to draw near to you,
Repentant, constant in my faith and true.

Mary Stuart Comments

Kim Rodrigues 28 August 2021

I have watched the series Reign and now am reading John Guy's Queen of Scots. So happy to find Mary's poems here. History is interesting.

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lucia 21 April 2019

All i have to say she was killed for nothing all it did was give Elizabeth the first was pleasure and relief.

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No more tears now; I will think upon revenge.

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