Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 45, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What death is worse than this? Last Line: A deadly life in woe? Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 63 Subject(s): Despair | ||||||||
What death is worse than this, When my delight, My weal, my joy, my bliss, Is from my sight? Both day and night My life, alas, I miss. For though I seem alive, My heart is hence; Thus, bootless for to strive Out of presence Of my defense, Toward my death I drive. Heartless, alas, what man May long endure? Alas, how live I then? Since no recure May me assure, My life I may well ban. Thus doth my torment go In deadly dread; Alas, who might live so Alive as dead, Alive to lead A deadly life in woe? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY THAT WAS THAT DAY by AMY LOWELL MAN IN THE STREET OR HAND OVER MOUTH by HEATHER MCHUGH BURIAL RITES by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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