Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Philomela 1/3/2003
122. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
123. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
124. Sonnet 10: Reason 4/12/2010
125. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
126. Voices At The Window 1/3/2003
127. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
128. The Highway 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. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
133. Astrophel And Stella: Xv 1/1/2004
134. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
135. Astrophel And Stella: Xx 1/1/2004
136. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii 1/1/2004
137. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
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. Astrophel And Stella-First Song 1/13/2003
147. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Xxxi 1/13/2003
148. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Liv 1/13/2003
149. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
150. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
151. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
152. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
153. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
154. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
155. The Bargain 1/4/2003
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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  • 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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