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Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
661. | Sonnet VIII: Love, Born In Greece by Sir Philip Sidney> | Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place,
Forc'd by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden'd heart
Is no fit mark to pierce with his... |
662. | Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt by Sir Philip Sidney> | In nature apt to like when I did see
Beauties, which were of many carats fine,
My boiling sprites did thither soon incline,
And, Love, I thought... |
663. | Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow by Sir Philip Sidney> | On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent,
That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same?
When most I glory, then I feel most shame:
I willing r... |
664. | Sonnet XXXIII: I Might by Sir Philip Sidney> | I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heav'nly... |
665. | Sonnet XIII: Phoebus Was Judge by Sir Philip Sidney> | Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Wh... |
666. | Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not by Sir Philip Sidney> | Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire,
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love ... |
667. | Sonnet IV: Virtue, Alas by Sir Philip Sidney> | Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.
Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit.
If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd,
Leave what thou... |
668. | Sonnet XCII: Be Your Words Made by Sir Philip Sidney> | Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
Or do you cutted Spartans imitate?
Or do you mean my tender ... |
669. | Sonnet XXII: In Highest Way of Heav'n by Sir Philip Sidney> | In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride,
Progressing then from fair twins' golden place:
Having no scarf of clouds before his face,
But shinin... |
670. | Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks by Sir Philip Sidney> | With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,
When into Reason's audit I do go:
And by just counts myself a bankrupt know
Of all the goods, which... |
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