Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Another Song [are They Shadows That We See?] 2/17/2015
2. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Xliv: O Be Not Griev'D 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Xl: But Love 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xiii: Behold What Hap 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xiv: Those Amber Locks 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
17. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
18. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
21. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
22. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Xli: When Men Shall Find 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
32. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
33. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
40. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Samuel Daniel

Love Is A Sickness

LOVE is a sickness full of woes,
   All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
   Most barren with best using.
   Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries--
   Heigh ho!

Love is a torment of the mind,
   A tempest everlasting;
And Jove hath made it of a kind
   Not well, nor full nor fasting.
   Why so?

More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- ...

Read the full of Love Is A Sickness

Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap

If so it hap this offspring of my care,
These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs,
Come to their view, who like afflicted are;
Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs.
But untouch'd hearts, with unaffected eye,
Approach not to behold so great distress:
Clear-sighted you, soon note what is awry,
Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess.
You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead,

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