Suche Waiwarde Waies Hath Love That Moste Parte In Discorde (Henry Howard Poems)
Suche waiwarde waies hath love that moste parte in discorde; Our willes do stand wherby our hartes but seldom dooth accorde. Disceyte ...
Henry Howard Poems (29 Poems)
Harpalus. An Ancient English Pastoral (Henry Howard Poems)
Phylida was a faire mayde,As fresh as any flowre;Whom Harpalus the herdman praydeTo be his paramour.Harpalus, and eke Corin,Were herdmen ...
Lady Surrey’s Lament For Her Absent Lord (Henry Howard Poems)
Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me ...
A Satire Against The Citizens Of London (Henry Howard Poems)
London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, ...
Certain Books Of Virgil’s AEneis: Book II (Henry Howard Poems)
BOOK IIThey whisted all, with fixed face attent,When Prince AEneas from the royal seatThus gan to speak: O Queen, it ...
The Sun Hath Twice (Henry Howard Poems)
The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green, And clad the earth in lively lustiness; Once have the winds the trees ...
So Cruel Prison (Henry Howard Poems)
So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy With a king's son my childish ...
London, Hast Thou Accursed Me (Henry Howard Poems)
London, hast thou accused meOf breach of laws, the root of strife?Within whose breast did boil to see,So fervent hot, ...
Of The Death Of Sir Thomas Wyatt The Elder (Henry Howard Poems)
Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest; Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain, And virtue sank the deeper in his breast; Such ...
The Ages Of Man (Henry Howard Poems)
Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were, I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts appear, And ...
Of the Death of Sir T.W. the Elder (Henry Howard Poems)
Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;Whose heavenly gifts increased by disdain,And virtue sank the deeper in his breast;Such ...
I Never Saw Youe, Madam, Laye Aparte (Henry Howard Poems)
I never saw youe, madam, laye aparte Your cornet black in colde nor yet in heate Sythe first ye knew of my ...
In Cypres Springes, Wheras Dame Venus Dwelt (Henry Howard Poems)
In Cypres springes, wheras dame Venus dwelt, A well so hote that who so tastes the same, Were he of stone, as ...
Complaint Of The Absence Of Her Lover Being Upon The Sea (Henry Howard Poems)
O HAPPY dames! that may embraceThe fruit of your delight,Help to bewail the woful caseAnd eke the heavy plightOf me, ...
When Ragyng Loue With Extreme Payne (Henry Howard Poems)
When ragyng loue with extreme payne Most cruelly distrains my hart: When that my teares, as floudes of rayne, Beare witnes of my ...
Geue Place Ye Louers, Here Before (Henry Howard Poems)
Geue place ye louers, here before That spent your bostes and bragges in vaine: My Ladies beawtie passeth more The best of yours, ...
Too Dearly Had I Bought (Henry Howard Poems)
Too dearly had I bought my green and youthful years,If in mine age I could not find when craft for ...
A Praise Of His Love (Henry Howard Poems)
Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, ...
Of Thy Life, Thomas, This Compass Well Mark (Henry Howard Poems)
Of thy life, Thomas, this compass well mark:Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,Ne by coward dread, ...
The Frailty And Hurtfulness Of Beauty (Henry Howard Poems)
Brittle beauty, that nature made so frail, Whereof the gift is small, and short the season; Flow'ring today, tomorrow apt to fail, Tickle ...
From Tuscan Came My Lady’s Worthy Race (Henry Howard Poems)
From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild ...
The Soote Season (Henry Howard Poems)
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The nightingale with ...
Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace (Henry Howard Poems)
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing. The beasts, the air, the birds their ...
Brittle Beauty (Henry Howard Poems)
Brittle beauty that nature made so frail,Whereof the gift is small, and short the season,Flowering today, tomorrow apt to fail,Tickle ...
The Golden Gift That Nature Did Thee Give (Henry Howard Poems)
The golden gift that Nature did thee give To fasten friends and feed them at thy will With form and favour, taught ...
The Fansy, Which That I Haue Serued Long (Henry Howard Poems)
The fansy, which that I haue serued long, That hath alway bene enmy to myne ease, Semed of late to rue vpon ...
The Things That Cause A Quiet Life (Henry Howard Poems)
My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain, The fruitful ...
Love That Doth Reign And Live (Henry Howard Poems)
Love that doth reign and live within my thoughtAnd built his seat within my captive breast,Clad in the arms wherein ...
Set Me Whereas The Sun Doth Parch The Green (Henry Howard Poems)
Set me whereas the sun doth parch the greenOr where his beams do not dissolve the ice,In temperate heat where ...