Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Sonnet Vi: Some Lovers Speak 1/3/2003
122. Sonnet Vii: When Nature 1/3/2003
123. Sonnet Viii: Love, Born In Greece 1/3/2003
124. Sonnet X: Reason 1/3/2003
125. Sonnet Xcii: Be Your Words Made 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet Xi: In Truth, Oh Love 1/3/2003
127. Sonnet Xii: Cupid, Because Thou 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet Xiii: Phoebus Was Judge 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet Xiv: Alas, Have I Not 1/3/2003
130. Sonnet Xix: On Cupid's Bow 1/3/2003
131. Sonnet Xli: Having This Day My Horse 1/3/2003
132. Sonnet Xv: You That Do Search 1/3/2003
133. Sonnet Xvi: In Nature Apt 1/3/2003
134. Sonnet Xvii: His Mother Dear Cupid 1/3/2003
135. Sonnet Xviii: With What Sharp Checks 1/3/2003
136. Sonnet Xx: Fly, Fly, My Friends 1/3/2003
137. Sonnet Xxi: Your Words, My Friend 1/3/2003
138. Sonnet Xxii: In Highest Way Of Heav'N 1/3/2003
139. Sonnet Xxiii: The Curious Wits 1/3/2003
140. Sonnet Xxiv: Rich Fools There Be 1/3/2003
141. Sonnet Xxix: Like Some Weak Lords 1/3/2003
142. Sonnet Xxv: The Wisest Scholar 1/3/2003
143. Sonnet Xxvi: Though Dusty Wits 1/3/2003
144. Sonnet Xxvii: Because I Oft 1/3/2003
145. Sonnet Xxviii: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame 1/3/2003
146. Sonnet Xxx: Whether The Turkish New Moon 1/3/2003
147. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
148. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might 1/3/2003
149. Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! 1/3/2003
150. Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis 1/3/2003
151. The Bargain 1/4/2003
152. The Highway 1/3/2003
153. The Nightingale -new- 5/21/2015
154. This Lady's Cruelty 1/4/2003
155. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
156. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
157. Voices At The Window 1/3/2003
158. You Gote-Heard Gods 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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