Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel And Stella-Fifth Song
... See now those feathers pluck'd, wherewith thou flewst most high: ...
Sonnet 1: Loving In Truth
... Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, ...
Sonnet 47: What, Have I thus Betray'd
... Can those black beams such burning marks engrave In my free side ...
Sonnet 48: Soul's Joy, Bend Not
... Whose cureless wounds ev'n now most freshly bleed: ...
Sonnet 45: Stella Oft Sees
... Though false, yet with free scope more grace doth breed ...
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son
... "Fool," answers he, "no Indies such treasures hold, ...
Sonnet 8: Love, Born In Greece
... But she most fair, most cold, made him thence take his flight ...
Sonnet 4: Virtue, Alas
... Leave what thou likest not, deal not thou with it ...
Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight
... Curs'd be the night which did your strife resist, ...
Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings
... And, gain'd by Mars, could yet mad Mars so tame, ...
Sonnet 71: Who Will in Fairest Book
... But "Ah," Desire still cries, "Give me some food!" ...
Sonnet 108: When Sorrow
... Clips straight my wings, straight wraps me in his night, ...
Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made
... With what pastime time's journey she beguiled ...
Sonnet 59: Dear, Why Make You More
... He barks, my songs thine own voice oft doth prove: ...
Sonnet 6: Some Lovers Speak
... While tears pour out his ink, and sighs breathe out his words: ...
