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Henry Howard :: Òâîð÷³ñòü Òâîð÷³ñòü | Á³îãðàô³ÿ | Êðèòèêà Alas! so all things now do hold their peace As oft as I behold, and see Brittle beauty, that Nature made so frail Divers thy death do diversely bemoan Each beast can choose his fere according to his mind I never saw my Lady lay apart If he that erst the form so lively drew Lady Surrey's Lament for Her Absent Lord Laid in my quiet bed, in study as I were London, Hast Thou Accursed Me Love that doth reign and live within my thought O happy dames that may embrace O loathsome place! Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green... Since fortune's wrath envieth the wealth So cruel prison how could betide, alas Such wayward ways hath Love, that most part in discord The Golden Gift that Nature Did Thee Give The Soote Season The sun hath twice brought forth his tender green Though I regarded not When Windsor walls sustain'd my wearied arm When raging love with extreme pain

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