Defiled Is My Name Full Sore Poem by Anne Boleyn
Defiled Is My Name Full Sore
Defiled is my name full sore
Through cruel spite and false report,
That I may say for evermore,
Farewell, my joy! adieu comfort!
For wrongfully ye judge of me
Unto my fame a mortal wound,
Say what ye list, it will not be,
Ye seek for that can not be found.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell
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