Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG: 96, by THOMAS WYATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have been a lover Last Line: Though ye misjudge these last. Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas Subject(s): Disease; Hearts; Love; Pain; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
I have been a lover Full long and many days And oft-times a prover Of the most painful ways. But all that I have passed As trifles to this last. By proof I know the pain Of them that sue and serve And nothing can attain Of that which they deserve. But those pangs have I passed As trifles to this last. I have ere this been thrall And durst it never show But glad to suffer all And so to cloak my woe. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. By length of time ere now I have attained grace; And ere I wist well how, Another had my place. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. My love well near once won And I full like to speed, Evil tongues have then begun With lies to let my meed. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. Sometime I loved one That liked well my suit, But of my deadly moan Fair words was all the fruit. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. My steadfast faith and will With fair words have I told; Yet have I found them still In their belief too cold. But that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. In love when I have been With them that loved me Such danger have I seen That we would not agree. But that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. Absence oft-times ere this Hath doubled my disease In causing me to miss That thing that might me please. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. To promise love for love And make too long delays Hath made me for to prove Of love the painful ways. Yet that pang have I passed As trifles to this last. Full many torments more In loving I have found, Which oft hath pained sore My heart when it was bound. Yet all that have I passed As trifles to this last. Now guess all ye that list And judge now as ye please. For oft-times have ye missed In judging my disease, Be nothing then aghast Though ye misjudge these last. | 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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