Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet 99: When Far-Spent Night
... But when birds charm, and that sweet air which is ...
Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked
... So sweet sounds straight mine ear and heart do hit, ...
Sonnet 40: As Good To Write
... My still-kept course, while others sleep, to moan ...
Sonnet 101: Stella Is Sick
... Sweetness, which breathes and pants as oft as she: ...
Sonnet 21: Your Words, My Friend
... Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame ...
Sonnet 22: In Highest Way of Heav'n
... From that foe's wounds their tender skins to hide ...
Sonnet 87: When I Was Forc'd From Stella
... Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests clear, ...
Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
... Thou toldst mine eyes should help their famish'd case ...
Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause
... Stol'n to my heart, since last fair night, nay day, ...
Sonnet 49: I On My Horse
... Are humbled thoughts, which bit of reverence move, ...
Sonnet 52: A Strife Is Grown
... Well, Love, since this demur our suit will stay, ...
Sonnet 54: Because I Breathe
... But you, fair maids, at length this true shall find, ...
Sonnet 16: In Nature Apt
... I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, ...
Astrophel And Stella-Third Song
... The birds, beasts, stones and trees feel this, and feeling love ...
Sonnet 10: Reason
... But thou wouldst needs fight both with love and sense, ...
