Sonnet I Muse Over
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse
The quality of anguish that is
Through Love: then pity makes my voice to
Saying, "Is any else thus, anywhere
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse
The quality of anguish that is
Through Love: then pity makes my voice to
Saying, "Is any else thus, anywhere
I felt a spirit of love begin to
Within my heart, long time unfelt till then;
And saw Love coming towards me fair and fain(That I scarce knew him for his joyful cheer),
Saying, "Be now indeed my worshipper
WO ladies to the summit of my
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:
For certain he hath seen all
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should
To thank their God for such peculiar grace
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: "Our damaged branches ache
Your pillage maims me
Can't you feel at all
We who were men are now this barren brake
O Intelligences moving the third heaven,the reasons heed that from my heart come forth,so new, it seems, that no one else should know
The heaven set in motion by your worth,beings in gentleness created even, keeps my existence in its present ...
My lady carries love within her eyes;
All that she looks on is made pleasanter;
Upon her path men turn to gaze at her;
He whom she greeteth feels his heart to rise,
In that book which
My memory
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow,to the short day and to the whitening hills,when the colour is all lost from the grass,though my desire will not lose its green,so rooted is it in this hardest stone,that speaks and feels as though ...
Know'st thou not at the fall of the
How the heart feels a languid
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly
Love and the gentle heart are one thing,just as the poet says in his verse,each from the other one as well divorcedas reason from the mind’s reasoning
Nature craves love, and then creates love king,and makes the heart a palace where he’ll sta...
All my thoughts always speak to me of love,
Yet have between themselves such
That while one bids me bow with mind and sense,
A second saith, "Go to: look thou above";