Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe 4/12/2010
122. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
123. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
124. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
125. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
126. The Highway 1/3/2003
127. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
128. Philomela 1/3/2003
129. This Lady's Cruelty 1/4/2003
130. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
131. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
132. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
133. Sleep 1/3/2003
134. Astrophel And Stella: Xv 1/1/2004
135. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
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. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxi 1/1/2004
142. Astrophel And Stella-Eleventh Song 1/13/2003
143. Astrophel And Stella: Xcii 1/1/2004
144. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxix 1/1/2004
145. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
146. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
147. Astrophel And Stella-First Song 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. Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet Xxxi 1/13/2003
151. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
152. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
153. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
154. The Bargain 1/4/2003
155. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004
156. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
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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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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