Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

Sir Philip Sidney Poems

1. Sonnet Xiii: Phoebus Was Judge 1/3/2003
2. Sonnet Xxv: The Wisest Scholar 1/3/2003
3. Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might 1/3/2003
4. Sonnet Xxvii: Because I Oft 1/3/2003
5. Sonnet Xxii: In Highest Way Of Heav'N 1/3/2003
6. Sonnet Xxix: Like Some Weak Lords 1/3/2003
7. Sonnet Iv: Virtue, Alas 1/3/2003
8. Sonnet Ii: Not At First Sight 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet Xiv: Alas, Have I Not 1/3/2003
10. Sonnet Xii: Cupid, Because Thou 1/3/2003
11. Sonnet Xv: You That Do Search 1/3/2003
12. Sonnet Xxviii: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame 1/3/2003
13. Sonnet Xxvi: Though Dusty Wits 1/3/2003
14. You Gote-Heard Gods 1/3/2003
15. Sonnet Xcii: Be Your Words Made 1/3/2003
16. Sonnet 103: Oh Happy Thames 4/12/2010
17. Sonnet 104: Envious Wits 4/12/2010
18. Sonnet 100: Oh Tears, No Tears 4/12/2010
19. Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son 4/12/2010
20. Sonnet 36: Stella, Whence Doth This 4/12/2010
21. Sonnet 40: As Good To Write 4/12/2010
22. Sonnet 51: Pardon Mine Ears 4/12/2010
23. Sonnet 53: In Martial Sports 4/12/2010
24. Sonnet 57: Woe, Having Made With Many Fights 4/12/2010
25. Sonnet 58: Doubt There Hath Been 4/12/2010
26. Sonnet 61: Oft With True Sighs 4/12/2010
27. Sonnet 66: And Do I See Some Cause 4/12/2010
28. Sonnet 67: Hope, Art Thou True 4/12/2010
29. Sonnet 75: Of All The Kings 4/12/2010
30. Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy 4/12/2010
31. Sonnet 79: Sweet Kiss, Thy Sweets I Fain 4/12/2010
32. Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip 4/12/2010
33. Sonnet 85: I See The House 4/12/2010
34. Sonnet 86: Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks? 4/12/2010
35. Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words 4/12/2010
36. Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, Dear Sighs 4/12/2010
37. Sonnet 96: Thought, With Good Cause 4/12/2010
38. Sonnet 97: Dian, That Fain Would Cheer 4/12/2010
39. Sonnet 99: When Far-Spent Night 4/12/2010
40. The Nightingale -new- 5/21/2015
Best Poem of Sir Philip Sidney

A Ditty

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one to the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his.

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Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant

The heavenly frame sets forth the fame
Of him that only thunders;
The firmament, so strangely bent,
Shows his handworking wonders.

Day unto day doth it display,
Their course doth it acknowledge,
And night to night succeeding right
In darkness teach clear knowledge.

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