Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Another Song [are They Shadows That We See?] 2/17/2015
2. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Xliv: O Be Not Griev'D 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Xl: But Love 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xiii: Behold What Hap 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xiv: Those Amber Locks 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
17. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
18. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xli: When Men Shall Find 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
40. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Samuel Daniel

Love Is A Sickness

LOVE is a sickness full of woes,
   All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
   Most barren with best using.
   Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
   Heigh ho!

Love is a torment of the mind,
   A tempest everlasting;
And Jove hath made it of a kind
   Not well, nor full nor fasting.
   Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- ...

Read the full of Love Is A Sickness

Sonnet Xlix: How Long

How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?
When shall my interdicted hopes return
From out despair wherein they live confin'd?
When shall her troubled brow charg'd with disdain
Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart?
When shall my faith the happiness attain
To break the ice that hath congeal'd her heart?
Unto herself, herself my love doth summon,

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