Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Another Song [are They Shadows That We See?] 2/17/2015
2. Beauty, Time, And Love 1/4/2003
3. Delia Vi: Fair Is My Love, And Cruel As She's Fair 1/1/2004
4. Delia Xlv: Care-Charmer Sleep, Son Of The Sable Night 1/1/2004
5. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
6. Delia Xxxiii: When Men Shall Find Thy Flower, Thy Glory, Pa 1/1/2004
7. Delia: Xxxi (1592 Version): Look, Delia, How We 'steem The 1/1/2004
8. Love Is A Sickness 1/4/2003
9. Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (Ex 1/1/2004
10. Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Ii: Go, Wailing Verse 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Iv: These Plaintive Verses 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Ix: If This Be Love 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Li: I Must Not Grieve My Love 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet Lii: O Whether 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Liii: Drawn 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Liv: Care-Charmer Sleep 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Lix: Unhappy Pen 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Lv: Let Others Sing 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Lvi: As To The Roman 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Lviii: None Other Fame 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Vi: Fair Is My Love 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Xiii: Behold What Hap 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xiv: Those Amber Locks 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xix: Restore Thy Tresses 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xl: But Love 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Xli: When Men Shall Find 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xlii: When Winter Snows 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Xliv: O Be Not Griev'D 1/3/2003
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 X: O Then I Love

O then I love and draw this weary breath,
For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow
I written find the sentence of my death
In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how.
O thou that rul'st the confines of the night,
Laughter-loving Goddess, worldly pleasures' Queen,
Intenerate that heart that sets so light
The truest love that ever yet was seen.
And cause her leave to triumph in this wise

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