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I Find No Peace by Sir Thomas Wyatt

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, nature-poetry

I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; And nought I have, and all the world I season. That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison And holdeth me not--yet can I scape no wise-- Nor letteth me live nor die at my device, And yet of death it giveth me occasion. Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain. I desire to perish, and yet I ask health. I love another, and thus I hate myself. I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;

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"I find no peace, and all my war is done...."

"I Find No Peace" by Sir Thomas Wyatt is a sad and love and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Sir Thomas Wyatt demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice....", this piece explores themes of sad and love and nature and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Thomas Wyatt's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sir Thomas Wyatt (c. 1503–1542) was an English poet and diplomat who introduced the sonnet form to English literature. His poems about unrequited love — "Whoso List to Hunt" — are among the earliest English sonnets.

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