Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxi 1/1/2004
122. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
123. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxix 1/1/2004
124. Astrophel And Stella Vii: Whennature Made Her Chief Work 1/1/2004
125. Astrophel And Stella-First Song 1/13/2003
126. Sonnet Xx: Fly, Fly, My Friends 1/3/2003
127. The Highway 1/3/2003
128. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet Xli: Having This Day My Horse 1/3/2003
130. Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse 4/12/2010
131. Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'D From Stella 4/12/2010
132. Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules 4/12/2010
133. Sonnet 10: Reason 4/12/2010
134. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
135. Astrophel And Stella: Xx 1/1/2004
136. Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear 1/3/2003
137. Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write 4/12/2010
138. Sonnet 81: Oh Kiss, Which Dost 4/12/2010
139. Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe 4/12/2010
140. Sonnet 9: Queen Virtue's Court 4/12/2010
141. Sonnet 91: Stella While Now 4/12/2010
142. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
143. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
144. Philomela 1/3/2003
145. Sleep 1/3/2003
146. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
147. Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water 4/12/2010
148. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Xxxi 1/13/2003
149. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
150. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
151. The Bargain 1/4/2003
152. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003
153. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
154. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
155. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004
156. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
157. A Ditty 11/20/2014

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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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To The Sad Moon

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! May it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case:
I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,

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