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. Since Ye So Please 1/3/2003
8. What Needeth These Threat'Ning Words 5/17/2001
9. The Furious Gun 1/3/2003
10. The Appeal: An Earnest Suit To His Unkind Mistress, Not To Forsake Him 1/4/2003
11. To His Lute 1/4/2003
12. Of The Mean And Sure Estate 1/1/2004
13. The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse 1/3/2003
14. With Serving Still 1/3/2003
15. The Heart And Service 5/17/2001
16. Translation Of Petrarch's Rima, Sonnet 134 1/1/2004
17. Unstable Dream 5/17/2001
18. Since So Ye Please 5/17/2001
19. Whoso List To Hunt, I Know Where Is An Hind 5/17/2001
20. Satire Ii:The Country Mouse And The Town Mouse 1/1/2004
21. What Should I Say 5/17/2001
22. The Long Love That In My Thought Doth Harbour 5/17/2001
23. Avising The Bright Beams 5/17/2001
24. The Long Love 1/3/2003
25. My Lute, Awake 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. In Spain 5/17/2001
33. Abide And Abide And Better Abide 1/1/2004
34. My Galley Chargèd With Forgetfulness 1/3/2003
35. Forget Not Yet: The Lover Beseecheth His Mistress Not To Forget His Steadfast Faith And True Intent 1/4/2003
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. Farewell, Love 1/3/2003
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
For to ...

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I Find No Peace

I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise--
Nor letteth me live nor die at my device,
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.

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