A Crown of Sonnets Dedicated to Love (Mary Wroth Poems)
In this strange Labyrinth how shall I turne,Wayes are on all sids while the way I misse:If to the right ...
Mary Wroth Poems on Mind (16 Poems)
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Stay my thoughts do not aspire,To vaine hopes of high desire;See you not all meanes bereft,To injoye no joye is ...
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Love as well can make abidingIn a faithfull Shepheards brestAs in Princes: whose thoughts slidingLike swift riuers never rest.Change to ...
62 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Fairest and still truest eyes,Can you the lights be, and the spiesOf my desires?Can you shine cleare for loves delight,And ...
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Take heed mine eyes, how you your looks doe cast,Lest they betray my hearts most secret thought:Be true unto your ...
Sonnet II (Mary Wroth Poems)
Is to leave all, and take the threed of Love,Which line straite leades unto the soules content,Where choice delights with ...
13 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Cloy'd with the torments of a tedious night,I wish for day; which come, I hope for joy:When crosse I finde, ...
9 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Ledd by the power of griefe to wailings brought,By false conceit of change fallen on my part;I seeke for some ...
3 (Mary Wroth Poems)
Yet is there hope, then Love but play thy part,Remember well thy selfe, and think on me;Shine in those eyes ...
Sonnet VIII (Mary Wroth Poems)
He that shuns Love, doth love himselfe the lesse,And cursed he whose spirit, not admiresThe worth of Love, where endlesse ...
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O pardon Cupid, I confesse my fault,Then mercy grant me in so just a kinde:For treason never lodged in my ...
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If I were given to mirth, 'twould be more crosse,Thus to be robbed of my chiefest joy:But silently I beare ...
[No time, no roome, no thought, or writing can give rest] (Mary Wroth Poems)
No time, no roome, no thought, or writing canGive rest, or quiet to my loving heart,Or can my memory or ...
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After long trouble in a tedious way,Of Loves unrest, laid downe to ease my paine,Hoping for rest, new torments I ...
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When last I saw thee, I did not thee see,It was thine Image which in my thoughts laySo lively figur'd, ...
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Folly would needs make me a Lover be,When I did litle thinke of loving thought;Or ever to be tyde, while ...