Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney
Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth, Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making, And, mournfully bewailing, Her throat in tunes expresseth What grief her breast oppresseth, For Tereus’ force on her […]
Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney
Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show by Sir Philip Sidney Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of my pain, —Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain— […]
Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney
Leave Me, O Love Which Reachest But To Dust by Sir Philip Sidney Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that […]
Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace by Sir Philip Sidney
Come Sleep, O Sleep! The Certain Knot Of Peace by Sir Philip Sidney Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the press […]
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX by Sir Philip Sidney Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, Th’ indifferent judge between the high and low. With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair […]
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIII by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XXXIII by Sir Philip Sidney I might!–unhappy word–O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in a most infernal night, I find how heav’nly day, wretch! I did miss. Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right; No lovely Paris made thy Helen […]
Astrophel and Stella: XX by Sir Philip Sidney
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 […]
Astrophel and Stella: XV by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XV by Sir Philip Sidney You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring; Ye that do dictionary’s method bring Into your rimes, running in rattling rows; You that poor Petrarch’s […]
Astrophel and Stella: XLI by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XLI by Sir Philip Sidney Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance Guided so well that I obtain’d the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy France; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance, Town folks my strength; a daintier judge […]
Astrophel and Stella: XCII by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: XCII by Sir Philip Sidney Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do you cutted Spartans imitate? Or do you mean my tender ears to spare, That to my questions you so total are? When I demand of Phœnix Stella’s […]
Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work by Sir Philip Sidney When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes, In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright? Would she in beamy black, like painter wise, Frame daintiest lustre, mix’d of shades and light? Or did she else that sober hue devise, In […]
Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet XXXI by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet XXXI by Sir Philip Sidney With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s […]
Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet LIV by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel And Stella-Sonnet LIV by Sir Philip Sidney Because I breathe not love to every one, Nor do not use set colours for to wear, Nor nourish special locks of vowed hair, Nor give each speech a full point of a groan, The courtly nymphs, acquainted with the moan Of them who in their lips […]
Astrophel And Stella; Sonnet CVIII by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel And Stella; Sonnet CVIII by Sir Philip Sidney When Sorrow, using mine own fire’s might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to my heart oppressed, There shines a joy from thee, my only light: But soon as thought of thee breeds my delight, And my young soul flutters […]
Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV: HIGHWAY by Sir Philip Sidney Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be, And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses’ feet More oft than to a chamber melody. Now, blessed you bear onward blessed me To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet: […]
Astrophel and Stella: LXXI by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: LXXI by Sir Philip Sidney Who will in fairest book of nature know How virtue may best lodg’d in beauty be, Let him but learn of love to read in thee, Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show. There shall he find all vices’ overthrow, Not by rude force, but sweetest […]
Astrophel and Stella: LXIV by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: LXIV by Sir Philip Sidney No more, my dear, no more these counsels try; Oh, give my passions leave to run their race; Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace; Let folk o’ercharg’d with brain against me cry; Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye; Let me no steps […]
Astrophel and Stella: III by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: III by Sir Philip Sidney Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask’d, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindar’s apes, flaunt they in phrases fine, Enam’ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold. Or else let them in statelier glory shine, Ennobling newfound tropes with problems old; Or […]
Astrophel and Stella: I by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel and Stella: I by Sir Philip Sidney ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,– Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,– I sought fit […]
Astrophel And Stella-First Song by Sir Philip Sidney
Astrophel And Stella-First Song by Sir Philip Sidney Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, Which now my breast o’ercharged to music lendeth? To you, to you, all song of praise is due; Only in you my song begins and endeth. Who hath the eyes which marry state with pleasure? Who keeps the […]
To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
It was thy noble soul and high desert That caus’d these breathings of my grateful heart You sav’d a soul from Pluto’s dreary shore You sav’d his body and he asks no more This generous act Immortal wreaths shall bring To thee for meritorious was the Spring From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor […]
To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband by Phillis Wheatley
GRIM Monarch! see depriv’d of vital breath, A young Physician in the dust of death! Dost thou go on incessant to destroy: The grief to double, and impair the joy? Enough thou never yet wast known to say, Tho’ millions die thy mandate to obey. Nor youth, nor science nor the charms of love, Nor […]
Phillis Wheatley – Phillis Wheatley
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On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder’d By Richardson by Phillis Wheatley
In heavens eternal court it was decreed How the first martyr for the cause should bleed To clear the country of the hated brood He whet his courage for the common good Long hid before, a vile infernal here Prevents Achilles in his mid career Where’er this fury darts his Pois’nous breath All are endanger’d […]
On Messrs Hussey and Coffin by Phillis Wheatley
Did Fear and Danger so perplex your Mind, As made you fearful of the Whistling Wind? Was it not Boreas knit his angry Brow Against you? or did Consideration bow? To lend you Aid, did not his Winds combine? To stop your passage with a churlish Line, Did haughty Eolus with Contempt look down With […]
On Friendship by Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign Extend her notes to a Celestial strain Benevolent far more divinely Bright Amor like me doth triumph at the sight When my thoughts in gratitude imploy Mental Imaginations give me Joy Now let my thoughts in Contemplation steer The Footsteps of the Superlative fair Boston July 15 1769 End […]
To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter by Phillis Wheatley
It was thy noble soul and high desert That caus’d these breathings of my grateful heart You sav’d a soul from Pluto’s dreary shore You sav’d his body and he asks no more This generous act Immortal wreaths shall bring To thee for meritorious was the Spring From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor […]
His Excellency General Washington by Phillis Wheatley
Celestial choir! enthron’d in realms of light, Columbia’s scenes of glorious toils I write. While freedom’s cause her anxious breast alarms, She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms. See mother earth her offspring’s fate bemoan, And nations gaze at scenes before unknown! See the bright beams of heaven’s revolving light Involved in sorrows and the veil […]
On Friendship by Phillis Wheatley
Let amicitia in her ample reign Extend her notes to a Celestial strain Benevolent far more divinely Bright Amor like me doth triumph at the sight When my thoughts in gratitude imploy Mental Imaginations give me Joy Now let my thoughts in Contemplation steer The Footsteps of the Superlative fair Boston July 15 1769 End […]
America by Phillis Wheatley
New England first a wilderness was found Till for a continent ’twas destin’d round From feild to feild the savage monsters run E’r yet Brittania had her work begun Thy Power, O Liberty, makes strong the weak And (wond’rous instinct) Ethiopians speak Sometimes by Simile, a victory’s won A certain lady had an only son […]
To The University Of Cambridge, In New-England by Phillis Wheatley
WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; ‘Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and Egyptain gloom: Father of mercy, ’twas thy gracious hand Brought me in safety from those dark abodes. Students, to you ’tis giv’n to scan the heights Above, […]
To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, by Phillis Wheatley
HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with pleasure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom’s charms […]
To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory by Phillis Wheatley
To cultivate in ev’ry noble mind Habitual grace, and sentiments refin’d, Thus while you strive to mend the human heart, Thus while the heav’nly precepts you impart, O may each bosom catch the sacred fire, And youthful minds to Virtue’s throne aspire! When God’s eternal ways you set in sight, And Virtue shines in all […]
To The King’s Most Excellent Majesty by Phillis Wheatley
YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire– The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your God be strong! O may your sceptre num’rous nations sway, And all with love and readiness obey! But how shall we the British king reward! Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! Midst […]
To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, And racks your bosom with incessant woe, Let Recollection take a tender part, Assuage the raging tortures of your heart, Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief, And pour the […]
To S.M., A Young African Painter, On Seeing His Works by Phillis Wheatley
O show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing figures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue, On deathless glories […]
To Mæcenas by Phillis Wheatley
Mæcenas, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o’er what poets sung, and shepherds play’d. What felt those poets but you feel the same? Does not your soul possess the sacred flame? Their noble strains your equal genius shares In softer language, and diviner airs. While Homer paints, lo! circumfus’d in air, Celestial Gods in mortal […]
To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor by Phillis Wheatley
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r, Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly, Forget their splendors, and submit to die! Who ere escap’d thee, but the saint of old Beyond the flood in sacred annals told, And the great sage, whom fiery coursers drew To heav’n’s bright […]
To Captain H—–d, of the 65th Regiment by Phillis Wheatley
Say, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight The warrior’s bosom in the fields of fight? Lo! here the christian and the hero join With mutual grace to form the man divine. In H—–D see with pleasure and surprise, Where valour kindles, and where virtue lies: Go, hero brave, still grace the post of fame, And […]
To A Lady On The Death Of The Three Relations by Phillis Wheatley
WE trace the pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb, And his are all the ages yet to come. ‘Tis his to call the planets from on high, To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky; His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl’d, From its firm base to shake the solid world; His […]