Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

81. Sonnet 108: When Sorrow 4/12/2010
82. Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence 4/12/2010
83. Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis 1/3/2003
84. Sonnet V: It Is Most True 1/3/2003
85. Sonnet X: Reason 1/3/2003
86. Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown 4/12/2010
87. Sonnet 7: When Nature 4/12/2010
88. Sonnet 46: I Curs'D Thee Oft 4/12/2010
89. Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy 4/12/2010
90. Sonnet 57: Woe, Having Made With Many Fights 4/12/2010
91. Sonnet 44: My Words, I Know Do Well 4/12/2010
92. Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'D With Woe 4/12/2010
93. Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style 4/12/2010
94. Sonnet 74: I Never Drank 4/12/2010
95. Psalm 139 4/12/2010
96. Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'D From Stella 4/12/2010
97. Sonnet 5: It Is Most True 4/12/2010
98. Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! 1/3/2003
99. Sonnet 38: This Night While Sleep Begins 4/12/2010
100. Sonnet Xli: Having This Day My Horse 1/3/2003
101. Sonnet 101: Stella Is Sick 4/12/2010
102. Sonnet Vi: Some Lovers Speak 1/3/2003
103. Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court 4/12/2010
104. Sonnet Xx: Fly, Fly, My Friends 1/3/2003
105. Sonnet Xxiv: Rich Fools There Be 1/3/2003
106. Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost 4/12/2010
107. Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules 4/12/2010
108. Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More 4/12/2010
109. Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write 4/12/2010
110. Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant 1/3/2003
111. Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe 4/12/2010
112. Song 1/3/2003
113. Sonnet 6: Some Lovers Speak 4/12/2010
114. Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse 4/12/2010
115. Sonnet 10: Reason 4/12/2010
116. Sonnet 102: Wher Be Those Roses Gone 4/12/2010
117. Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps 1/3/2003
118. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
119. Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water 4/12/2010
120. Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof 4/12/2010

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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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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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