Hope poems
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The Wish of the Weary Woman
© Sigourney Lydia Huntley
A form there was, still spared by timeTill the slow century fill'd its prime;Stretch'd on its bed, with half-closed eyeIt mark'd uncertain shades flit by;Nor scarce the varied world of soundTo the seal'd ear admittance found;While the worn brow, in wrinkles dark,Seem'd like the gnarl'd oak's roughen'd bark
Astrophel and Stella: Fift Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought:Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glorie:I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee:I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,And all eares worse then deafe, that heard not out thy storie
Astrophel and Stella: Eight Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
In a groue most rich of shade,Where birds wanton musicke made,May then yong his pide weedes showing,New perfumed with flowers fresh growing, Astrophel with Stella sweete,Did for mutuall comfort meet,Both within themselues oppressed,But each in the other blessed
Astrophel and Stella: 106
© Sir Philip Sidney
O absent presence Stella is not here;False flattering hope, that with so faire a face,Bare me in hand, that in this Orphane place,Stella, I say my Stella, should appeare
Astrophel and Stella: 95
© Sir Philip Sidney
Yet sighes, deere sighs, indeede true friends you are,That do not leaue your lest friend at the wurst,But as you with my breast I oft haue nurst,So gratefull now you waite vpon my care
Astrophel and Stella: 90
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,Who seeke, who hope; who loue, who liue but thee;Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:If thou praise not, all other praise is shame
Astrophel and Stella: 86
© Sir Philip Sidney
Alas, whence came this change of lookes? if IHaue chang'd desert, let mine owne conscience beA still felt plague, to selfe condemning me:Let wo gripe on my heart, shame loade mine eye,But if all faith, like spotlesse Ermine lySafe in my soule, which onely doth to thee(As his sole object of felicitie)With wings of Loue in aire of wonder flie
Astrophel and Stella: 79
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet kisse, thy sweets I faine would sweetly endite,Which euen of sweetnesse sweetest sweetner art:Pleasingst consort, where each sense holds a part,Which coupling Doues guides Venus chariot right
Astrophel and Stella: 70
© Sir Philip Sidney
My Muse may well grudge at my heau'nly joy,If still I force her in sad rimes to creepe:She oft hath drunke my teares, now hopes to enjoyNectar of mirth, since I Ioues cup do keepe
Astrophel and Stella: 68
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the onely Planet of my light,Light of my life, and life of my desire,Chiefe good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,World of my wealth, and heau'n of my delight
