Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

1. Love Is A Sickness 1/4/2003
2. Sonnet Ix: If This Be Love 1/3/2003
3. Beauty, Time, And Love 1/4/2003
4. Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean 1/3/2003
5. Delia Xlv: Care-Charmer Sleep, Son Of The Sable Night 1/1/2004
6. Delia Vi: Fair Is My Love, And Cruel As She's Fair 1/1/2004
7. Sonnet Ii: Go, Wailing Verse 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Lvi: As To The Roman 1/3/2003
9. Delia Xxxiii: When Men Shall Find Thy Flower, Thy Glory, Pa 1/1/2004
10. Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (Ex 1/1/2004
11. Ulysses And The Siren 1/4/2003
12. Sonnet Lv: Let Others Sing 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Li: I Must Not Grieve My Love 1/3/2003
14. Sonnet Xxiii: Time, Cruel Time 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Lviii: None Other Fame 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet Vi: Fair Is My Love 1/3/2003
17. Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap 1/3/2003
18. Sonnet Xxvi: Look In My Griefs 1/3/2003
19. Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love 1/3/2003
20. Sonnet Liv: Care-Charmer Sleep 1/3/2003
21. Delia: Xxxi (1592 Version): Look, Delia, How We 'steem The 1/1/2004
22. Sonnet Liii: Drawn 1/3/2003
23. Sonnet Lix: Unhappy Pen 1/3/2003
24. Sonnet Iv: These Plaintive Verses 1/3/2003
25. Sonnet Xix: Restore Thy Tresses 1/3/2003
26. Sonnet Xxv: False Hope Prolongs 1/3/2003
27. Sonnet Xxiv: These Sorrowing Sighs 1/3/2003
28. Sonnet Xlii: When Winter Snows 1/3/2003
29. Sonnet Xxxiii: My Cares Draw 1/3/2003
30. Sonnet Lii: O Whether 1/3/2003
31. Sonnet Xxxv: And Yet I Cannot 1/3/2003
32. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
33. Sonnet Xii: My Spotless Love 1/3/2003
34. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
35. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
36. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
37. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
38. Sonnet Xliii: Thou Canst Not Die 1/3/2003
39. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
40. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
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-- ...

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Sonnet Xlix: How Long

How long shall I in mine affliction mourn,
A burden to myself, distress'd in mind?
When shall my interdicted hopes return
From out despair wherein they live confin'd?
When shall her troubled brow charg'd with disdain
Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart?
When shall my faith the happiness attain
To break the ice that hath congeal'd her heart?
Unto herself, herself my love doth summon,

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