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. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
125. Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art 4/12/2010
126. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
127. The Highway 1/3/2003
128. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
129. Sonnet Xxxix: Come, Sleep! 1/3/2003
130. This Lady's Cruelty 1/4/2003
131. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
132. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
133. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
134. Sleep 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. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 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. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
150. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
151. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
152. The Bargain 1/4/2003
153. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
154. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
155. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
156. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003
157. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004

Comments about Sir Philip Sidney

  • h8ter (3/26/2018 11:30:00 AM)

    i hop u die alone lozr

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Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

Astrophel And Stella: I

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,--
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,--
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;
Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain,
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting invention's stay;
Invention, ...

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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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