Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

81. Splendidis Longum Valedico Nugis 1/3/2003
82. Sonnet V: It Is Most True 1/3/2003
83. Sonnet X: Reason 1/3/2003
84. Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown 4/12/2010
85. Sonnet 7: When Nature 4/12/2010
86. Sonnet 46: I Curs'D Thee Oft 4/12/2010
87. Sonnet 57: Woe, Having Made With Many Fights 4/12/2010
88. Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy 4/12/2010
89. Sonnet 44: My Words, I Know Do Well 4/12/2010
90. Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'D With Woe 4/12/2010
91. Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant 1/3/2003
92. Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style 4/12/2010
93. Sonnet 74: I Never Drank 4/12/2010
94. Psalm 139 4/12/2010
95. Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'D From Stella 4/12/2010
96. Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! 1/3/2003
97. Sonnet Xli: Having This Day My Horse 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet 101: Stella Is Sick 4/12/2010
99. Sonnet Vi: Some Lovers Speak 1/3/2003
100. Sonnet 35: What May Words Say 4/12/2010
101. Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court 4/12/2010
102. Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees 4/12/2010
103. Sonnet Xx: Fly, Fly, My Friends 1/3/2003
104. Sonnet Xxiv: Rich Fools There Be 1/3/2003
105. Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost 4/12/2010
106. Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules 4/12/2010
107. Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More 4/12/2010
108. Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write 4/12/2010
109. Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe 4/12/2010
110. Song 1/3/2003
111. Sonnet 5: It Is Most True 4/12/2010
112. Sonnet 38: This Night While Sleep Begins 4/12/2010
113. Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse 4/12/2010
114. Sonnet 10: Reason 4/12/2010
115. Sonnet 102: Wher Be Those Roses Gone 4/12/2010
116. Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps 1/3/2003
117. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
118. Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water 4/12/2010
119. Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof 4/12/2010
120. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might 1/3/2003

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  • h8ter (3/26/2018 11:30:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

Astrophel And Stella: I

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
Invention, ...

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Sonnet X: Reason

Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still
Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me:
I rather wish'd thee climb the Muses' hill,
Or reach the fruit of Nature's choicest tree,

Or seek heav'n's course, or heav'n's inside to see:
Why shouldst thou toil our thorny soil to till?
Leave sense, and those which sense's objects be:
Deal thou with powers of thoughts, leave love to will.

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