Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

1. A Ditty 11/20/2014
2. Astrophel And Stella Lxxxiv: Highway 1/1/2004
3. Astrophel And Stella Vii: Whennature Made Her Chief Work 1/1/2004
4. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004
5. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
6. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
7. Astrophel And Stella: Lxxi 1/1/2004
8. Astrophel And Stella: Xcii 1/1/2004
9. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
10. Astrophel And Stella: Xv 1/1/2004
11. Astrophel And Stella: Xx 1/1/2004
12. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
13. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxi 1/1/2004
14. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii 1/1/2004
15. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxix 1/1/2004
16. Astrophel And Stella-Eleventh Song 1/13/2003
17. Astrophel And Stella-First Song 1/13/2003
18. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Liv 1/13/2003
19. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Xxxi 1/13/2003
20. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
21. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003
22. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
23. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
24. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
25. My True-Love Hath My Heart 1/3/2003
26. Philomela 1/3/2003
27. Psalm 139 4/12/2010
28. Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant 1/3/2003
29. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
30. Psalm 93 4/12/2010
31. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
32. Sleep 1/3/2003
33. Song 1/3/2003
34. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet 10: Reason 4/12/2010
36. Sonnet 100: Oh Tears, No Tears 4/12/2010
37. Sonnet 101: Stella Is Sick 4/12/2010
38. Sonnet 102: Wher Be Those Roses Gone 4/12/2010
39. Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames 4/12/2010
40. Sonnet 104: Envious Wits 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust

Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust,
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.
Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might
To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be,
Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light
That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
O, take fast hold; let that light be thy guide
In this small course which birth draws out to death,
And think how evil becometh him to slide
Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.
Then ...

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Sonnet Vii: When Nature

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?

Or did she else that sober hue devise,
In object best to knit and strength our sight,
Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise,
They sun-like should more dazzle than delight?

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