Astrophel and Stella: XXIII (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenessBewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes,Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,With idle pains and ...
The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenessBewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes,Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,With idle pains and ...
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in ...
Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed; But ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might ...
MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given: I hold his ...
WITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs ...
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in ...
Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of ...
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly! See there that boy, that murthering boy I say, Who ...
Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance Guided so well that I obtain'd the prize, Both by the ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly! See there that boy, that murd'ring boy, I say, Who, ...
Because I breathe not love to every one, Nor do not use set colours for to wear, Nor nourish special ...
Whether the Turkish new moon minded be To fill his horns this year on Christian coast; How Poles' right king ...
Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow: And damning their ...
I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in ...
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to ...
"Who is it that this dark night Underneath my window plaineth?" 'It is one who from thy sight Being, ah! ...
You that with allegory's curious frame, Of others' children changelings use to make, With me those pains for God's sake ...
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings, To keep themselves and their chief cities free, Do easily yield, that ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so, That mine own ...
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him ...
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