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EPIGRAM: 37, by THOMAS WYATT Poet's Biography First Line: Plain ye, mine eyes. Accompany my heart Last Line: His flamed heat shall sometime make ye warm. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Death; Hearts; Tears; Dead, The | ||||||||
Plain ye, mine eyes. Accompany my heart For, by your fault, lo, here is death at hand. Ye brought him first into this bitter band And of his harm as yet ye felt no part. But now ye shall. Lo, here begins your smart. Wet shall ye be - ye shall it not withstand - With weeping tears that shall make dim your sight; And misty clouds shall hang still in your light. Blame but yourselves that kindled have this brand With such desire to strain that past your might. But since by you the heart hath caught his harm, His flamed heat shall sometime make ye warm. | Other Poems of Interest...DOUBLE ELEGY by MICHAEL S. HARPER A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY |
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