Poems
09.09.2010 / 11.43 am
 
by Sir Philip Sidney
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Your words, my friend, (right healthful caustics) blame
My young mind marr'd, whom Love doth windlass so,
That mine own writings like bad servants show
My wits, quick in vain thoughts, in virtue lame;

That Plato I read for nought, but if he tame
Such doltish gyres; that to my birth I owe
Nobler desires, lest else that friendly foe,
Great Expectation, were a train of shame.

For since mad March great promise made of me,
If now the May of my years much decline,
What can be hoped my harvest time will be?

Sure you say well, "Your wisdom's golden mine,
Dig deep with learning's spade." Now tell me this,
Hath this world aught so fair as Stella is?


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Sonnet Xix: On Cupid's Bow

On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent,
That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same?
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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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My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
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On Reading The Controversy Between Lord Byron And Mr Bowles

WHETHER a ship's poetic' -- Bowles would own,
If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,
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The Masks Of Love

I come in from a walk
With you
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We May Live Together

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
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Four Points In A Life

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Name Of Horses

All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding
and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul
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