Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
122. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
123. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
124. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
125. Song From Arcadia 1/3/2003
126. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
127. Philomela 1/3/2003
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. Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water 4/12/2010
133. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
134. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
135. Sleep 1/3/2003
136. Astrophel And Stella: Xv 1/1/2004
137. Astrophel And Stella: Xx 1/1/2004
138. Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii 1/1/2004
139. Astrophel And Stella Lxxxiv: Highway 1/1/2004
140. Astrophel And Stella Vii: Whennature Made Her Chief Work 1/1/2004
141. Astrophel And Stella: Lxxi 1/1/2004
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. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
151. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
152. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
153. The Bargain 1/4/2003
154. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
155. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004
156. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003
157. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003

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  • h8ter (3/26/2018 11:30:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him 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.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our ...

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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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