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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 631. | Sonnet by Louise Bogan | | Since you would claim the sources of my thought
Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed,
The reedy traps which other hands have times
To close u... |
| 632. | Sonnet I: Loving In Truth by Sir Philip Sidney | | Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, readin... |
| 633. | Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet LIV by Sir Philip Sidney | | Because I breathe not love to every one,
Nor do not use set colours for to wear,
Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair,
Nor give each speech a fu... |
| 634. | Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon by Sir Philip Sidney | | With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy a... |
| 635. | Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet XXXI by Sir Philip Sidney | | With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy a... |
| 636. | Sonnet III: With how sad steps by Sir Philip Sidney | | With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy a... |
| 637. | Sonnet XXVII: Because I Oft by Sir Philip Sidney | | Because I oft in dark abstracted guise
Seem most alone in greatest company,
With dearth of words, or answers quite awry,
To them that would make... |
| 638. | Astrophel And Stella - Sonnet CVIII by Sir Philip Sidney | | When Sorrow, using mine own fire's might,
Melts down his lead into my boiling breast,
Through that dark furnace to my heart oppressed,
Ther... |
| 639. | Sonnet XXXIX: Come, Sleep! by Sir Philip Sidney | | Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indif... |
| 640. | Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney | | Not at first sight, nor with a dribbed shot
Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed;
But known worth did in mine of time proceed,
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