Who is Sir Thomas Wyatt

Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 – 11 October 1542) was a 16th-century English politician, ambassador, and lyric poet credited with introducing the sonnet to English literature. He was born at Allington Castle, near Maidstone, in Kent, though the family was originally from Yorkshire. His mother was Anne Skinner, and his father, Henry Wyatt, had been a Privy Councillor of Henry VII, and remained a trusted adviser when Henry VIII ascended the throne in 1509. In his turn, Thomas Wyatt followed his father to court, after education at St John's College, Cambridge. Although they were circulated at court, Wyatt's poems were not published during his lifetime; the first book featuring his verse, Tottel's Miscellany (1557), was printed fifteen years after his death.

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Heart 23 Pain 18 Long 16 Mind 15 I Love You 14 Love 14 Plain 14 Time 10 Live 10 Thought 10

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  • Laurelworlds: 11th april 1554; beheading of sir thomas wyatt the younger on tower hill.
  • Senator_sheldon: liberal minister ken wyatt earns more than $426,000 a year but says he and his lnp mates deserve another pay rise. at the same time the liberals have inflicted a decade of declining real wages upon australian workers. the morrison government couldn't be any more out of touch.
  • Fonilunboy: patience shall be my song sir thomas wyatt
  • Mrrsutcliffe: and renaissance man sir thomas wyatt was not bad either - don’t expect to have him quoted to you in your local pub - but he is long overdue an appraisal
  • Tanndde: stunning grade ii country house once home to tudor high sheriff sir thomas wyatt accused of sleeping with anne boleyn could be yours as it goes on the market for £10m
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Baby Toes
 by Carl Sandburg

There is a blue star, Janet,
Fifteen years- ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.

There is a white star, Janet,
Forty years- ride from us,
If we ride a hundred miles an hour.


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