Henry Howard

(1517 – 19 January 1547 / Norfolk)

Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace - Poem by Henry Howard

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Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing.
The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease,
The night{:e}s chare the stars about doth bring.
Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less:
So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing
In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease.
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,
But by and by the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.


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  • (3/26/2007 9:39:00 AM)


    I love this poem and get this curious twitch being descended from an altogether different Henry Howard. (Report) Reply

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