Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Are They Shadows That We See? 2/17/2015
2. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Xliv: O Be Not Griev'D 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Xl: But Love 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xiii: Behold What Hap 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xiv: Those Amber Locks 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
17. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
18. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xli: When Men Shall Find 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
40. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004

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 :)

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Best Poem of Samuel Daniel

Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty
Runs this poor river, charg'd with streams of zeal:
Returning thee the tribute of my duty,
Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal.
Here I unclasp the book of my charg'd soul,
Where I have cast th'accounts of all my care:
Here have I summ'd my sighs, here I enroll
How they were spent for thee; look what they are.
Look on the dear expences of my youth,
And see how just I reckon with thine eyes:
Examine well they beauty in my truth,
And cross my cares ere greater sums arise.
Read it, sweet maid, though...

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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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