Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

The Highway - Poem by Sir Philip Sidney

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
More oft than to a chamber-melody,--
Now blessed you bear onward blessèd me
To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;
My Muse and I must you of duty greet
With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;
Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed;
By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot;
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;
And that you know I envy you no lot
Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,
Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss!


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  • Susan Williams (4/10/2016 3:46:00 PM)


    I guess they did their version of texting while driving a coach and four- - at least horses pay attention to where they are going while cars just mindlessly hit a tree etc. I never thought of writing to the rhythm of hoof-falls while actually riding- - there's a thought. Might add veracity to lines about flying through the air... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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