Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

1. The Nightingale 5/21/2015
2. Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer 4/12/2010
3. Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause 4/12/2010
4. Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made 4/12/2010
5. Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words 4/12/2010
6. Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, Dear Sighs 4/12/2010
7. Sonnet 99: When Far-Spent Night 4/12/2010
8. Sonnet Iv: Virtue, Alas 1/3/2003
9. You Gote-Heard Gods 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xv: You That Do Search 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet 86: Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks? 4/12/2010
12. Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The Field Where Joy's Peace 4/12/2010
13. Sonnet Lxxxiv: Highway 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xi: In Truth, Oh Love 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xxviii: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet 79: Sweet Kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain 4/12/2010
17. Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I 4/12/2010
18. Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip 4/12/2010
19. Sonnet 85: I See The House 4/12/2010
20. Sonnet Xiv: Alas, Have I Not 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Xiii: Phoebus Was Judge 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxix: Like Some Weak Lords 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xxvii: Because I Oft 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Ii: Not At First Sight 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Xxv: The Wisest Scholar 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xii: Cupid, Because Thou 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings 4/12/2010
28. Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause 4/12/2010
29. Sonnet 67: Hope, Art Thou True 4/12/2010
30. Sonnet 53: In Martial Sports 4/12/2010
31. Sonnet 61: Oft With True Sighs 4/12/2010
32. Sonnet 104: Envious Wits 4/12/2010
33. Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son 4/12/2010
34. Sonnet 40: As Good To Write 4/12/2010
35. Sonnet Xxvi: Though Dusty Wits 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet 76: She Comes, And Straight Therewith 4/12/2010
37. Sonnet 80: Sweet Swelling Lip 4/12/2010
38. Sonnet 82: Nymph Of The Garden 4/12/2010
39. Sonnet Ix: Queen Virtue's Court 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Lxxi: Who Will In Fairest Book 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

Astrophel And Stella: I

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
Invention, ...

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Sonnet X: Reason

Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still
Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree,

Or seek heav'n's course, or heav'n's inside to see:
Why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to till?
Leave sense, and those which sense's objects be:
Deal thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will.

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