Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CORNET, by HENRY HOWARD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I never saw you, madam, lay apart Last Line: Of your fair eyes whereby the light is lost. Alternate Author Name(s): Surrey, Earl Of Variant Title(s): "i Never Saw You, Madam, Lay Apart""; | ||||||||
I never saw you, madam, lay apart Your cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat, Sith first ye knew of my desire so great Which other fancies chased clean from my heart. Whiles to myself I did the thought reserve That so unware did wound my woeful breast, Pity I saw within your heart did rest; But since ye knew I did you love and serve Your golden tress was clad alway in black, Your smiling looks were hid thus evermore, All that withdrawn that I did crave so sore. So doth this cornet govern me, alack, In summer sun, in winter breath of frost, Of your fair eyes whereby the light is lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD DESCRIPTION OF SPRING by HENRY HOWARD EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD |
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