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. Sonnet Viii: Love, Born In Greece 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me 4/12/2010
47. Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames 4/12/2010
48. Sonnet 93: Oh Fate, Oh Fault 4/12/2010
49. Sonnet 70: My Muse May Well Grudge 4/12/2010
50. Sonnet Xxi: Your Words, My Friend 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet Xvi: In Nature Apt 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Xviii: With What Sharp Checks 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet 78: Oh How The Pleasant Airs 4/12/2010
55. Sonnet 48: Soul's Joy, Bend Not 4/12/2010
56. Sonnet 47: What, Have I Thus Betray'D 4/12/2010
57. Sonnet 43: Fair Eyes, Sweet Lips 4/12/2010
58. Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I 4/12/2010
59. Sonnet 8: Love, Born In Greece 4/12/2010
60. Sonnet 36: Stella, Whence Doth This 4/12/2010
61. Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees 4/12/2010
62. Sonnet 107: Stella, Since Thou So Right 4/12/2010
63. Sonnet 88: Out, Traitor Absence 4/12/2010
64. Sonnet Xvii: His Mother Dear Cupid 1/3/2003
65. Sonnet Xxx: Whether The Turkish New Moon 1/3/2003
66. Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts 4/12/2010
67. A Ditty 11/20/2014
68. Sonnet Xcii: Be Your Words Made 1/3/2003
69. Sonnet 42: Oh Eyes, Which Do The Spheres 4/12/2010
70. Sonnet 68: Stella, The Only Planet 4/12/2010
71. Sonnet Xix: On Cupid's Bow 1/3/2003
72. Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art 4/12/2010
73. Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence 4/12/2010
74. Sonnet 91: Stella While Now 4/12/2010
75. Psalm 93 4/12/2010
76. Sonnet Xxiii: The Curious Wits 1/3/2003
77. Sonnet 100: Oh Tears, No Tears 4/12/2010
78. Sonnet 35: What May Words Say 4/12/2010
79. Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked 4/12/2010
80. Sonnet 56: Fie, School Of Patience 4/12/2010
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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The Highway

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
More oft than to a chamber-melody,--
Now blessed you bear onward blessèd me
To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;
My Muse and I must you of duty greet
With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;
Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed;

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