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Born in November 30, 1554 / Died in October 17, 1586 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Sir Philip Sidney

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Sonnet 98: Ah Bed, The field Where Joy's Peace

... (Spurr'd with Love's spur, though gall'd and shortly rein'd ...

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Sonnet 28: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame

... Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart ...

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Sonnet 72: Desire, Though Thou My Old Companion Art

... But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all, ...

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Sonnet 2: Not At First Sight

... Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed ...

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Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me

... The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate: ...

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Sonnet 33: I Might

...   Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right ...

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Sonnet 46: I Curs'd Thee Oft

... Her face? Oh Love, a rogue thou then shouldst be! ...

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Sonnet 50: Stella, The Fullness Of My Thoughts

... While these poor babes their death in birth do find: ...

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Sonnet 67: Hope, Art Thou True

... What sighs stol'n out, or kill'd before full born ...

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Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been

... Cloth'd with fine tropes, with strongest reasons lin'd, ...

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Sonnet 91: Stella While Now

... Milk hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red, ...

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Psalm 139

...   Nor should I lurk with western things ...

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Astrophel And Stella-Ninth Song

... All her hate, death soon would seize me, ...

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Sonnet 104: Envious wits

... --Sick, thirsty, glad (though but of empty glass): ...

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Sonnet 41: Having This Day My Horse

...   His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise ...