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Sir Philip Sidney Poems
- Leave Me, O Love Which Reaches...
- Astrophel And Stella: I ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving ...
- My True Love Hath My Heart, An...
- The Bargain MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, ...
- Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certa...
- Thou Blind Man's Mark Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self...
- To The Sad Moon With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the...
Sir Philip Sidney was born at Penshurst Place, Kent, eldest son of Sir Henry Sidney. He entered Shrewsbury School in 1564 on the same day as Fulke Greville, his friend and biographer. After attending Christ Church, Oxford (1568-72), he travelled in Europe where for three years he perfected his knowledge of Latin, French and Italian. In 1577, aged twenty-two, he was sent as ambassador to the German Emperor and the Prince of Orange.
His strong Protestant sympathies made him advise Elizabeth I in a private letter (1579) against marrying the Duke of Anjou, Roman Catholic heir to the French throne. He was knighted in 1583 and became Member of Parliament for Kent in 1581 and 1584-85. ... more »
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''Thy necessity is yet greater than mine.''
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586), British poet, diplomat, soldier. Quoted in Life of Sir Philip Sidney, ch. 12, Sir Fulke Greville (1652). offering h...
Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust,
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:
Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings.
Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might
To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be,
Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light
That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
O, take fast hold; let that light be thy guide
In this small course which birth draws out to death,
And think how evil becometh him to slide
Who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.
Then ...
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