Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court 4/12/2010
122. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might 1/3/2003
123. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
124. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
125. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
126. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
127. The Highway 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
129. This Lady's Cruelty 1/4/2003
130. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
131. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
132. Philomela 1/3/2003
133. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
134. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
135. Astrophel And Stella: Xv 1/1/2004
136. Astrophel And Stella: Xx 1/1/2004
137. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii 1/1/2004
138. Astrophel And Stella Lxxxiv: Highway 1/1/2004
139. Astrophel And Stella Vii: Whennature Made Her Chief Work 1/1/2004
140. Astrophel And Stella: Lxxi 1/1/2004
141. Sleep 1/3/2003
142. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxi 1/1/2004
143. Astrophel And Stella-Eleventh Song 1/13/2003
144. Astrophel And Stella: Xcii 1/1/2004
145. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxix 1/1/2004
146. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
147. Astrophel And Stella-First Song 1/13/2003
148. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Xxxi 1/13/2003
149. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Liv 1/13/2003
150. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
151. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
152. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
153. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
154. The Bargain 1/4/2003
155. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
156. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004
157. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003

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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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Sonnet Vii: When Nature

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In color black why wrapp'd she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mix'd of shades and light?

Or did she else that sober hue devise,
In object best to knit and strength our sight,
Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise,
They sun-like should more dazzle than delight?

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