Famous Wyte Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Wyte poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous wyte poems. These examples illustrate what a famous wyte poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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...better.
We’ve faults and failings—granted clearly,
We’re frail backsliding mortals merely,
Eve’s bonie squad, priests wyte them sheerly
For our grand fa’;
But still, but still, I like them dearly—
God bless them a’!
Ochone for poor Castalian drinkers,
When they fa’ foul o’ earthly jinkers!
The witching, curs’d, delicious blinkers
Hae put me hyte,
And gart me weet my waukrife winkers,
Wi’ girnin’spite.
By by yon moon!—and that’s high swearin—
An’ every star within my...Read more of this...
by
Burns, Robert
...HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,
Had I the wyte? she bade me;
She watch’d me by the hie-gate side,
And up the loan she shaw’d me.
And when I wadna venture in,
A coward loon she ca’d me:
Had Kirk an’ State been in the gate,
I’d lighted when she bade me.
Sae craftilie she took me ben,
And bade me mak nae clatter;
“For our ramgunshoch, glum gudeman
Is o’er ayont t...Read more of this...
by
Burns, Robert
...the better.
Ther watz seme solace by hemself stille;
The lorde let for luf lotez so myry,
As wyygh that wolde of his wyte, ne wyst quat he myyght.
Thenne he carped to the knyyght, criande loude,
"Yghe han demed to do the dede that I bidde;
Wyl yghe halde this hes here at thys onez?"
"Yghe, sir, for sothe," sayd the segge trwe,
"Whyl I byde in yowre boryghe, be bayn to yghowre hest."
"For yghe haf trauayled," quoth the tulk, "towen fro ferre,
And sythen waked me wyth...Read more of this...
by
Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...of the
middle ages, was probably represented as having a gruff, harsh
voice.
2. Wite: blame; in Scotland, "to bear the wyte," is to bear the
blame.
THE TALE.
Whilom there was dwelling in Oxenford
A riche gnof*, that *guestes held to board*, *miser *took in boarders*
And of his craft he was a carpenter.
With him there was dwelling a poor scholer,
Had learned art, but all his fantasy
Was turned for to learn astrology.
He coude* a certain of conclusions *knew
To deeme* by i...Read more of this...
by
Chaucer, Geoffrey
...hat for to sleen him-self mighte he not winne,
But bothe doon unmanhod and a sinne,
And of his deeth his lady nought to wyte;
For of his wo, god woot, she knew ful lyte.
And with that thought he gan ful sore syke,
And seyde, 'Allas! What is me best to do?'
To whom Pandare answered, 'If thee lyke,
The best is that thou telle me thy wo;
And have my trouthe, but thou it finde so,
I be thy bote, or that it be ful longe,
To peces do me drawe, and sithen honge!'
'Ye, so thou se...Read more of this...
by
Chaucer, Geoffrey
....
But alwey, goode nece, to stinte his wo,
So lat your daunger sucred ben a lyte,
That of his deeth ye be nought for to wyte.'
Criseyde, which that herde him in this wyse,
Thoughte, 'I shal fele what he meneth, y-wis.'
'Now, eem,' quod she, 'what wolde ye devyse?
What is your reed I sholde doon of this?'
'That is wel seyd,' quod be. 'certayn, best is
That ye him love ayein for his lovinge,
As love for love is skilful guerdoninge.
'Thenk eek, how elde wasteth every houre
I...Read more of this...
by
Chaucer, Geoffrey
...yke,
And seyde, 'God do bote on alle syke!
See, who is here yow comen to visyte;
Lo, here is she that is your deeth to wyte.'
Ther-with it semed as he wepte almost;
'A ha,' quod Troilus so rewfully,
'Wher me be wo, O mighty god, thow wost!
Who is al there? I se nought trewely.'
'Sire,' quod Criseyde, 'it is Pandare and I.'
'Ye, swete herte? Allas, I may nought ryse
To knele, and do yow honour in som wyse.'
And dressede him upward, and she right tho
Gan bothe here hondes ...Read more of this...
by
Chaucer, Geoffrey
...to wryte,
My wo, that every houre encreseth newe,
Compleyninge as I dar or can endyte.
And that defaced is, that may ye wyte
The teres, which that fro myn eyen reyne,
That wolde speke, if that they coude, and pleyne.
'Yow first biseche I, that your eyen clere
To look on this defouled ye not holde;
And over al this, that ye, my lady dere,
Wol vouche-sauf this lettre to biholde.
And by the cause eek of my cares colde,
That sleeth my wit, if ought amis me asterte,
For-yeve it...Read more of this...
by
Chaucer, Geoffrey
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