Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADE: 25, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Spite hath no power to make me sad Last Line: It doth suffice she doth me wrong. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Love; Singing & Singers; Songs | ||||||||
Spite hath no power to make me sad Nor scornfulness to make me plain; It doth suffice that once I had, And so to leave it is no pain. Let them frown on that least doth gain, Who did rejoice must needs be glad; And though with words thou weenest to reign, It doth suffice that once I had. Since that in checks thus overthwart And coyly looks thou dost delight, It doth suffice that mine thou wert, Though change hath put thy faith to flight. Alas, it is a peevish spite To yield thyself and then to part, But since thou set'st thy faith so light, It doth suffice that mine thou wert. And since thy love doth thus decline And in thy heart such hate doth grow, It doth suffice that thou wert mine, And with good will I quite it so. Sometime my friend, farewell my foe, Since thou change I am not thine, But for relief of all my woe It doth suffice that thou wert mine. Praying you all that hear this song To judge no wight, nor none to blame; It doth suffice she doth me wrong And that herself doth know the same. And though she change, it is no shame; Their kind it is and hath been long; Yet I protest she hath no name: It doth suffice she doth me wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY |
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