Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet XXXI (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 ...
It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serve The inward light; and that the heavenly part Ought to ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest. Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit. If vain love ...
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, Which now my breast o'ercharged to music lendeth? To you, to ...
Who hath his fancy pleased With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do ...
My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given. I hold ...
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou my mind aspire to higher things: Grow rich in ...
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's ...
In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride, Progressing then from fair twins' golden place: Having no scarf of ...
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may ...
Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be, Let him but learn ...
When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes, In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright? Would she in ...
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do ...
Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindar's apes, flaunt ...
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self chosen snare, Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scatter'd thought, Band of all ...
Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain, Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires: Of force ...
His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not ...
With what sharp checks I in myself am shent, When into Reason's audit I do go: And by just counts ...
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other giv'n. I hold his ...
Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite ...
In truth, oh Love, with what a boyish kind Thou doest proceed in thy most serious ways: That when the ...
Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes, That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free, That those lips swell, ...
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune ...
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May ...
When Sorrow, using mine own fire's might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to ...
Who is it that, this dark night, Underneath my window plaineth? It is one who from thy sight Being, ah, ...
Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, ...
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