Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE: 32, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Being as none is, I do complain Last Line: With 'pity' for 'patience' and 'conscience' for 'wrong'. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Death; Hope; Pain; Dead, The; Optimism; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
Being as none is, I do complain Of my mishap, torment, and my woe, Wishing for death with all my might and main For life is to me as my chief deadly foe. Alas, alas, of comfort I have no moe, Left but only to sing this doleful song: 'Patience, perforce, content thyself with wrong.' Ever I hope some favour to obtain, Trusting that she will recompense at last, As reason were, my passing deadly pain. And still I persevered and they increased so fast That hope me left and I, as all aghast, Had no comfort, but learned to sing this song: 'Patience, perforce, content thyself with wrong.' I burn and boil, without redress. I sigh, I weep, and all in vain, Now hot, now cold. Who can express The thousand part of my great pain? But if I might her favour attain Then would I trust to change this song, With 'pity' for 'patience' and 'conscience' for 'wrong'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES |
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