Astrophel and Stella: XX
by Sir Philip Sidney
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
See there that boy, that murd’ring boy, I say,
Who, like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
So tyrant he no fitter place could spy,
Nor so fair level in so secret stay,
As that sweet black which veils the heav’nly eye;
There himself with his shot he close doth lay.
Poor passenger, pass now thereby I did,
And stay’d, pleas’d with the prospect of the place,
While that black hue from me the bad guest hid;
But straight I saw motions of lightning grace
And then descried the glist’ring of his dart:
But ere I could fly thence it pierc’d my heart.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Presences by William Butler Yeats
- Security by William Stafford
- Sonnet Xiv
- Power Of Love by Valentine Mbagu
- Psalm 19: Coeli Enarrant by Sir Philip Sidney
- Untitled VII by Yunus Emre
- Lover’s Gifts XLII: Are You a Mere Picture by Rabindranath Tagore
- Wisdom by William Butler Yeats
- Trademark by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- On The Death Of Damon. (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- A Prayer For Old Age by William Butler Yeats
- The Self We Share by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
- Владимир Степанов – Телефон (Буква Т)
- Let Him Free by Mary Etta Metcalf
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Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586) was an English courtier, statesman, soldier, diplomat, writer, and patron of scholars and poets. He was a godson of Philip II of Spain. Sir Philip Sidney was considered the ideal gentleman of his day. He is also one of the most important poets of the Elizabethan Era.