Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

41. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003
44. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
45. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
48. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
49. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
50. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Xxiii: Time, Cruel Time 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet Xxiv: These Sorrowing Sighs 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
56. Sonnet Xxv: False Hope Prolongs 1/3/2003
57. Sonnet Xxvi: Look In My Griefs 1/3/2003
58. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
59. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
60. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
61. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
62. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
63. Sonnet Xxxiii: My Cares Draw 1/3/2003
64. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
65. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
66. Sonnet Xxxv: And Yet I Cannot 1/3/2003
67. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
68. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
69. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
70. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
71. Ulysses And The Siren 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

Beauty, Time, And Love

I
FAIR is my Love and cruel as she 's fair;
Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny.
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair,
And her disdains are gall, her favours honey:
A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;
The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
Sacred on earth, design'd a Saint above.
Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,
Live reconciled friends within her brow;
And had she Pity to conjoin with those,
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now? ...

Read the full of Beauty, Time, And Love

Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap

If so it hap this offspring of my care,
These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs,
Come to their view, who like afflicted are;
Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs.
But untouch'd hearts, with unaffected eye,
Approach not to behold so great distress:
Clear-sighted you, soon note what is awry,
Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess.
You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead,

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