Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The field Where Joy's Peace
... (Spurr'd with Love's spur, though gall'd and shortly rein'd ...
Sonnet 28: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame
... Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart ...
Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art
... But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all, ...
Sonnet 2: Not At First Sight
... Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed ...
Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
... The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate: ...
Sonnet 33: I Might
... Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right ...
Sonnet 46: I Curs'd Thee Oft
... Her face? Oh Love, a rogue thou then shouldst be! ...
Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts
... While these poor babes their death in birth do find: ...
Sonnet 67: Hope, Art Thou True
... What sighs stol'n out, or kill'd before full born ...
Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been
... Cloth'd with fine tropes, with strongest reasons lin'd, ...
Sonnet 91: Stella While Now
... Milk hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red, ...
Psalm 139
... Nor should I lurk with western things ...
Astrophel And Stella-Ninth Song
... All her hate, death soon would seize me, ...
Sonnet 104: Envious wits
... --Sick, thirsty, glad (though but of empty glass): ...
Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse
... His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise ...
