Has any one got a website for Mary Queen of Scots poetry.."bitter sweet within my heart?" please!!! asap!!

Question

please..its 4 a skol project!!! :D

Answer 1

I did some googling and could not find a website for her poetry..........sorry!

best of luck to you!

Answer 2

I could not find a free version online. If this is for school and you have a little time you can buy it. I have listed a link for several sellers. Good luck

Answer 3

found nothing but check your local library

Answer 4

I couldn't find the exact phrase "bitter sweet within my heart"; however, I did come up with an autobiographical poem entitled, "Ode to Francis", which the 17- or 18-year-old Mary Stuart wrote upon the death of her young husband, the French king, Francis II:

In my sad, quiet song,

A melancholy air,

I shall look long and deep

At loss beyond compare,

and with bitter tears,

I'll pass my best years.

Have the harsh fates ere now

Let such a grief be felt,

Has a more cruel blow

Been by Dame Fortune dealt

Than, O my heart and my eyes!

I see his bier lies?

In the springtime's gladness

And flower of my young heart,

I feel the deepest sadness

Of the most grievous hurt.

Nothing now my heart can fire

But regret and desire.

He who was my dearest

Already is my plight.

The day than shone the clearest

For me is darkest night.

There is nothing now so fine

That I need to make it mine.

Deep in my eyes and heart

A portrait has its place

Which shows the world my hurt

In the pallor of my face,

Pale as the violets fade,

True love's becoming a shade

In my unwonted pain

I can be no more be still,

Rising time and again

To drive away my ill.

All things good and bad

Have lost the taste they had.

And thus I always stay

Whether in wood or meadow,

Whether at dawn of day

Or at the evening shadow.

My heart feels ceaselessly

Grief for his loss for me.

Sometimes in such a place

His image comes to me.

The sweet smile of his face

Up in a cloud I see.

Then sudden in the mere

I see his funeral bier.

When I lie quietly

Sleeping upon my couch.

I hear him speak to me

And I can feel his touch.

In my duties each day

He is near me always.

Nothing seems fine to me

Unless he is therein.

My heart will not agree

Unless he is within

I lack all perfection

In my cruel dejection.

I shall cease my song now,

My sad lament shall end

Whose burnden aye shall show

True love can not pretend

And though we are apart

Grows no less in my heart.

Good luck on your school project!