Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

121. Voices At The Window 1/3/2003
122. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might 1/3/2003
123. Philomela 1/3/2003
124. Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii 1/1/2004
125. Psalm 23 4/12/2010
126. Sonnet I: Loving In Truth 1/3/2003
127. Astrophel And Stella: Xli 1/1/2004
128. Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight 4/12/2010
129. The Highway 1/3/2003
130. Leave Me, O Love, Which Reachest But To Dust 1/3/2003
131. This Lady's Cruelty 1/4/2003
132. Sonnet Xxxi: With How Sad Steps, O Moon 1/3/2003
133. Ring Out Your Bells 1/3/2003
134. Astrophel And Stella: Iii 1/1/2004
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. Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show 1/13/2003
150. To The Sad Moon 1/13/2003
151. Thou Blind Man's Mark 1/3/2003
152. Astrophel And Stella: Lxiv 1/1/2004
153. Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace 1/13/2003
154. The Bargain 1/4/2003
155. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His 1/13/2003
156. Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust 1/13/2003
157. Astrophel And Stella: I 1/1/2004

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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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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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