Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

41. Sonnet Xxii: In Highest Way Of Heav'N 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been 4/12/2010
43. Sonnet 51: Pardon Mine Ears 4/12/2010
44. Sonnet Vii: When Nature 1/3/2003
45. You Gote-Heard Gods 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet Viii: Love, Born In Greece 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me 4/12/2010
48. Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames 4/12/2010
49. Sonnet 93: Oh Fate, Oh Fault 4/12/2010
50. Sonnet 70: My Muse May Well Grudge 4/12/2010
51. Sonnet Xxi: Your Words, My Friend 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Xvi: In Nature Apt 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet Xviii: With What Sharp Checks 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet 78: Oh How The Pleasant Airs 4/12/2010
56. Sonnet 43: Fair Eyes, Sweet Lips 4/12/2010
57. Sonnet 8: Love, Born In Greece 4/12/2010
58. Sonnet 36: Stella, Whence Doth This 4/12/2010
59. Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees 4/12/2010
60. Sonnet 107: Stella, Since Thou So Right 4/12/2010
61. Sonnet 88: Out, Traitor Absence 4/12/2010
62. Sonnet Xvii: His Mother Dear Cupid 1/3/2003
63. Sonnet Xxx: Whether The Turkish New Moon 1/3/2003
64. Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts 4/12/2010
65. A Ditty 11/20/2014
66. Sonnet Xcii: Be Your Words Made 1/3/2003
67. Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres 4/12/2010
68. Sonnet 68: Stella, The Only Planet 4/12/2010
69. Sonnet Xix: On Cupid's Bow 1/3/2003
70. Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art 4/12/2010
71. Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence 4/12/2010
72. Sonnet 91: Stella While Now 4/12/2010
73. Sonnet Xxiii: The Curious Wits 1/3/2003
74. Sonnet 100: Oh Tears, No Tears 4/12/2010
75. Sonnet 35: What May Words Say 4/12/2010
76. Sonnet 56: Fie, School Of Patience 4/12/2010
77. Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence 4/12/2010
78. Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis 1/3/2003
79. Sonnet V: It Is Most True 1/3/2003
80. Sonnet X: Reason 1/3/2003

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  • h8ter (3/26/2018 11:30:00 AM)

    i hop u die alone lozr

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Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

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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To The Sad Moon

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! May it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case:
I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,

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