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Unstable Dream by Sir Thomas Wyatt

By Sir Thomas Wyatt

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Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once, or else at least be true. By tasted sweetness make me not to rue The sudden loss of thy false feignèd grace. By good respect in such a dangerous case Thou broughtest not her into this tossing mew But madest my sprite live, my care to renew, My body in tempest her succour to embrace. The body dead, the sprite had his desire, Painless was th'one, th'other in delight. Why then, alas, did it not keep it right, Returning, to leap into the fire?

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"Unstable dream, according to the place,..."

"Unstable Dream" by Sir Thomas Wyatt is a love and deep 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 "Unstable dream, according to the place, Be steadfast once, or else at least be true....", this piece explores themes of love and deep 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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