Poems
02.09.2010 / 19.55 pm
 
by Sir Philip Sidney
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It is most true, that eyes are form'd to serve
The inward light; and that the heavenly part
Ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve,
Rebles to Nature, strive for their own smart.

It is most true, what we call Cupid's dart,
An image is, which for ourselves we carve:
And, fools, adore in temple of hour heart,
Till that good God make Church and churchman starve.

True, that ture beauty virtue is indeed,
Whereof this beauty can be but a shade,
Which elements with mortal mixture breed:

True, that on earth we are but pilgrims made,
And should in soul up to our country move:
True, and yet true that I must Stella love.


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Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii

I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
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Sonnet I: Loving In Truth

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
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Sonnet Xii: Cupid, Because Thou

Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes,
That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free,
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Fairyland

Do you remember that careless band,
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Hymn To Intellectual Beauty

The awful shadow of some unseen Power
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I SAT upon a windy mountain height,
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