Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. 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-- ...

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Sonnet Lii: O Whether

At the Author's Going into Italy

O whether (poor forsaken) wilt thou go,
To go from sorrow and thine own distress,
When every place presents the face of woe,
And no remove can make thy sorrow less?
Yet go (forsaken), leave these woods, these plains;
Leave her and all, and all for her that leaves
Thee and thy love forlorn, and both disdains,

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