To The Sad Moon (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
Queen Virtue's court, which some call Stella's face, Prepar'd by Nature's choicest furniture, Hath his front built of alabaster pure; ...
WITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, ...
Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place, Forc'd by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden'd heart ...
In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride, Progressing then from fair twins' golden place: Having no scarf of ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
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