Sir Philip Sidney; Astrophel and Stella: XXIII
by Sir Philip Sidney
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness
Bewray itself in my long-settl’d eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains and missing aim do guess.
Some, that know how my spring I did address,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies;
Others, because the prince my service tries,
Think that I think state errors to redress;
But harder judges judge ambition’s rage–
Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp’ry place–
Holds my young brain captiv’d in golden cage.
O fool or over-wise! alas, the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start
But only Stella’s eyes and Stella’s heart.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- A man went before a strange God by Stephen Crane
- Ocean of Forms by Rabindranath Tagore
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
- Омар Хайям – Бросать не стоит в будущее взгляд
- A Conceit by Maya Angelou
- Paradise Lost: Book 12 poem – John Milton poems
- Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
- I Keep Six Honest… by Rudyard Kipling
- The School of Night
- Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- An Old French Poet by Siegfried Sassoon
- Игорь Северянин – Парижские Жоржики
- Джон Донн – Женская верность
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
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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.