Sonnet XV: You That Do Search (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
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