Life poems
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The Old Man's Complaints. And how he gained them
© Robert Southey
You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are grey;You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason I pray.
Queen Anne's Lace
© Souster Raymond
It's a kind of flowerthat if you didn't know ityou'd pass by the rest of your life.
Here Lies Poor Nick
© Smith Sydney
Here lies poor Nick, an honest creature,Of faithful, gentle, courteous nature;A parlour pet unspoil'd by favour,A pattern of good dog behaviour
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: Seuenth Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
Whose senses in so euill consort, their step-dame Nature laies,That rauishing delight in them most sweete tunes do not raise;Or if they doe delight therein, yet are so closed with wit,As with sententious lips to set a little vaine on it:O let them heare these sacred tunes, and learne in wonders schooles,To be in things past bounds of wit fooles, if they be not fooles
Astrophel and Stella: 107
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella since thou so right a Princesse artOf all the powers which life bestowes on me,That ere by them ought vndertaken be,They first resort vnto that soueraigne part;Sweete for a while giue respite to my hart,Which pants as though it still should leape to thee:And on my thoughts giue my LieftenancyTo this great cause, which needs both vse and art
Astrophel and Stella: 94
© Sir Philip Sidney
Griefe finde the words, for thou hast made my braineSo darke with misty vapours, which ariseFrom out thy heauy mould, that inbent eyesCan scarce discerne the shape of mine owne paine
Astrophel and Stella: 91
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, while now by honours cruell might,I am from you, light of my life mis-led,And that faire you my Sunne, thus ouer-spred,With absence Vaile, I liue in Sorrowes night,If this darke place yet shew like candle light,Some beauties peece as amber colourd hed,Milke hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more redOr seeing gets black, but in blacknesse bright
Astrophel and Stella: 81
© Sir Philip Sidney
O kisse, which doest those ruddy gemmes impart,Or gemmes, or frutes of new-found Paradise,Beathing all blisse and sweetning to the heart,Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise
Astrophel and Stella: 80
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet swelling lip, well maist thou swell in pride,Since best wits thinke it were thee to admire;Natures praise, Vertues stall, Cupids cold fire,Whence words, not words, but heau'nly graces slideThe new Parnassus, where the Muses bide,Sweetner of musicke, wisedomes beautifier:Breather of life, and fastner of desire,Where Beauties blush in Honours graine is dide
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
Astrophel and Stella: 65
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loue by sure proofe I may call thee vnkind,That giu'st no better eare to my just cries:Thou whom to me such my good turnes should bind,As I may well recount, but none can prize:For when nak'd boy thou couldst no harbour findIn this old world, growne now so too too wise:I lodg'd thee in my heart, and being blindBy Nature borne, I gaue to thee mine eyes
