Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

41. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet Li: I Must Not Grieve My Love 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
44. Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (Ex 1/1/2004
45. Sonnet Xxxv: And Yet I Cannot 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet Lviii: None Other Fame 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet Lix: Unhappy Pen 1/3/2003
48. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
49. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
50. Are They Shadows That We See? 2/17/2015
51. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
56. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
57. Delia: Xxxi (1592 Version): Look, Delia, How We 'steem The 1/1/2004
58. Ulysses And The Siren 1/4/2003
59. Sonnet Lvi: As To The Roman 1/3/2003
60. Sonnet Xxiii: Time, Cruel Time 1/3/2003
61. Sonnet Lv: Let Others Sing 1/3/2003
62. Sonnet Vi: Fair Is My Love 1/3/2003
63. Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love 1/3/2003
64. Delia Xxxiii: When Men Shall Find Thy Flower, Thy Glory, Pa 1/1/2004
65. Delia Xlv: Care-Charmer Sleep, Son Of The Sable Night 1/1/2004
66. Beauty, Time, And Love 1/4/2003
67. Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean 1/3/2003
68. Sonnet Ii: Go, Wailing Verse 1/3/2003
69. Sonnet Ix: If This Be Love 1/3/2003
70. Delia Vi: Fair Is My Love, And Cruel As She's Fair 1/1/2004
71. Love Is A Sickness 1/4/2003

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 :)

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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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