Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. Recollections of the Time He Spent in Windsor CastleHenry Howard, Earl of Surrey (15171547)
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My hand my chin, to ease my restless head,
The pleasant plot, revested green with warm,
The blossomed boughs with lusty Ver y-spread,
The flowered meads, the wedded birds so late,
Mine eyes discover; and to my mind resort
The jolly woes, the hateless short debate,
The rakehell life, that ’longs to love’s disport;
Wherewith, alas! the heavy charge of care
Heaped in my breast breaks forth against my will
In smoky sighs that overcast the air:
My vapored eyes such dreary tears distil,
The tender spring which quicken where they fall;
And I half bend, to throw me down withal.