Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
2. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Liii: Drawn 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xl: But Love 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Iv: These Plaintive Verses 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet Xxxiii: My Cares Draw 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Xlii: When Winter Snows 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Xli: When Men Shall Find 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xiii: Behold What Hap 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xix: Restore Thy Tresses 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxiv: These Sorrowing Sighs 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Xliv: O Be Not Griev'D 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xiv: Those Amber Locks 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Liv: Care-Charmer Sleep 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Xxv: False Hope Prolongs 1/3/2003
34. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
35. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Xxvi: Look In My Griefs 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Lii: O Whether 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003

Comments about Samuel Daniel

  • Razan Tamimi (9/7/2013 2:53:00 AM)

    (Does any body can help me in this poem? it is for Samuel Daniel :)
    O blessed letters,1 that combine in one
    All ages past, and make one live with all;
    By you we do confer with who are gone,
    And the dead-living unto counsel call;
    By you the unborn shall have communion
    Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.
    Soul of the world, Knowledge, without thee,
    What hath the earth that truly glorious is?
    Why should our pride make such a stir to be,
    To be forgot? What good is like to this,
    To do worthy the writing, and to write
    Worthy the reading, and the world’s delight?

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  • Razan Tamimi (9/7/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    O blessed letters,1 that combine in one
    All ages past, and make one live with all;
    By you we do confer with who are gone,
    And the dead-living unto counsel call;
    By you the unborn shall have communion
    Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.
    Soul of the world, Knowledge, without thee,
    What hath the earth that truly glorious is?
    Why should our pride make such a stir to be,
    To be forgot? What good is like to this,
    To do worthy the writing, and to write
    Worthy the reading, and the world’s delight?


    Does any body can help me in this poem? it is for Samuel Daniel :)

  • Babyjoram Benson (5/18/2009 5:50:00 AM)

    Hello
    (favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)
    My name is Miss favor am 24yr old. I saw your profile today at www.youlog.com
    and it really acttract me alot i believe that you are the man i
    have been looking for to share my love; How is your health? i hope all is well
    with you. I believe that we can move from here; but remember that distance; age
    and colour dose not matter what matters is the true love and understanding; in
    my next
    e-mail i shall include my pictuer; i been waithing for your reply mail
    me with this mail address for further introduction.
    Bye hopeing to hear from you soonest

    (favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)

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 Xlix: How Long

How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?
When shall my interdicted hopes return
From out despair wherein they live confin'd?
When shall her troubled brow charg'd with disdain
Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart?
When shall my faith the happiness attain
To break the ice that hath congeal'd her heart?
Unto herself, herself my love doth summon,

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