Poems by Sir Philip Sidney
Sonnet 7: When Nature
... Lest if no veil those brave gleams did disguise, ...
Sonnet 62: Late, Tir'd With Woe
... She is whose eyes Love, though unfelt, doth shine, ...
Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence
... Each day seems long, and longs for long-stay'd night ...
Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words
... For my poor soul, which now that sickness tries, ...
Sonnet 14: Alas, Have I Not
... Well stayed with truth in word and faith of deed, ...
Astrophel And Stella-Sixth Song
... The common sense, which might ...
Sonnet 23: The Curious Wits
... Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp'ry place, ...
Astrophel And Stella-Seventh Song
... Oh let them hear these sacred tunes, and learn in wonder's schools ...
Sonnet 11: In Truth, Oh Love
... For like a child that some fair book doth find, ...
Sonnet 70: My Muse May well Grudge
... Shall paint out joy, though but in black and white ...
Sonnet 44: My Words, I Know Do Well
... That when the breath of my complaints doth touch ...
Sonnet 19: On Cupid's Bow
... For though she pass all things, yet what is all ...
Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write
... " Then be they close, and so none shall displease ...
Sonnet 78: Oh How The Pleasant Airs
... Beauty's plague, Virtue's scourge, succour of lies ...
Sonnet 53: In Martial Sports
... Youth, luck, and praise, ev'n fill'd my veins with pride ...
