Sonnet XI: In Truth, Oh Love (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
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 ...
Rich fools there be, whose base and filthy heart Lies hatching still the goods wherein they flow: And damning their ...
Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in ...
Reason, in faith thou art well serv'd, that still Wouldst brabbling be with sense and love in me: I rather ...
Because I breathe not love to every one, Nor do not use set colours for to wear, Nor nourish special ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may ...
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes, In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright? Would she in ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not ...
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says, That Virtue, if it once ...
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of ...
Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place, Forc'd by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden'd heart ...
Ring out your bells, let mourning shows be spread; For Love is dead-- All love is dead, infected With plague ...
In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did ...
You that with allegory's curious frame, Of others' children changelings use to make, With me those pains for God's sake ...
On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent, That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same? When most I ...
It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serve The inward light; and that the heavenly part Ought to ...
Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love, Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were: Jove's golden shield ...
Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; ...
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou my mind aspire to higher things: Grow rich in ...
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest. Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit. If vain love ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things! Grow rich in ...
Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain, Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires: Of force ...
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