Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

81. Sonnet 70: My Muse May Well Grudge 4/12/2010
82. Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art 4/12/2010
83. Sonnet 73: Love Still A Boy 4/12/2010
84. Sonnet 74: I Never Drank 4/12/2010
85. Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings 4/12/2010
86. Sonnet 76: She Comes, And Straight Therewith 4/12/2010
87. Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy 4/12/2010
88. Sonnet 78: Oh How The Pleasant Airs 4/12/2010
89. Sonnet 79: Sweet Kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain 4/12/2010
90. Sonnet 8: Love, Born In Greece 4/12/2010
91. Sonnet 80: Sweet Swelling Lip 4/12/2010
92. Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost 4/12/2010
93. Sonnet 82: Nymph Of The Garden 4/12/2010
94. Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip 4/12/2010
95. Sonnet 85: I See The House 4/12/2010
96. Sonnet 86: Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks? 4/12/2010
97. Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'D From Stella 4/12/2010
98. Sonnet 88: Out, Traitor Absence 4/12/2010
99. Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence 4/12/2010
100. Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court 4/12/2010
101. Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I 4/12/2010
102. Sonnet 91: Stella While Now 4/12/2010
103. Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made 4/12/2010
104. Sonnet 93: Oh Fate, Oh Fault 4/12/2010
105. Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words 4/12/2010
106. Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, Dear Sighs 4/12/2010
107. Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause 4/12/2010
108. Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer 4/12/2010
109. Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The Field Where Joy's Peace 4/12/2010
110. Sonnet 99: When Far-Spent Night 4/12/2010
111. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
112. Sonnet Ii: Not At First Sight 1/3/2003
113. Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps 1/3/2003
114. Sonnet Iv: Virtue, Alas 1/3/2003
115. Sonnet Ix: Queen Virtue's Court 1/3/2003
116. Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear 1/3/2003
117. Sonnet Lxxi: Who Will In Fairest Book 1/3/2003
118. Sonnet Lxxxiv: Highway 1/3/2003
119. Sonnet V: It Is Most True 1/3/2003
120. Sonnet Vi: Some Lovers Speak 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

A Ditty

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

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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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