The Complete Poems of Sir Philip Sidney, Volumen1Chatto and Windus, 1877 |
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Página lv - Leave me, O love . . ." 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 sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Página lv - O take fast hold! let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out to death, And think how evil becometh him to slide Who seeketh Heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.
Página 62 - Town-folks my strength; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this...
Página 57 - Aurora's Court a nymph doth dwell, Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see ; Beauties so far from reach of words that we Abase her praise saying she doth excel; Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renown, Rich in the riches of a royal heart, Rich in those gifts which give th...
Página lxxvi - ... goes twitching and hopping in our language like a man running upon quagmires, up the hill in one Syllable, and down the dale in another, retaining no part of that stately smooth gate which he vaunts himselfe with amongst the Greeks and Latins.
Página lxxxvi - Astrophel," printed with the Elegies of Spenser and others. " You knew — who knew not Astrophel ? (That I should live to say I knew, And have not in possession still !) — Things known permit me to renew — Of him you know his merit such, 1 cannot say — you hear— too much.
Página 78 - FY, schoole of Patience, Fy, your lesson is Far far too long to learne it without booke: What, a whole weeke without one peece of looke, And thinke I should not your large precepts misse? When I might reade those letters faire of blisse, Which in her face teach vertue, I could brooke Somewhat thy lead'n counsels, which I tooke As of a friend that meant not much amisse: But now that I, alas...
Página 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind...
Página 112 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
Página 98 - School'd only by his mother's tender eye ; What wonder, then, if he his lesson miss, When for so soft a rod dear play he try? And yet my STAR, because a sugar'd kiss In sport I suck'd, while she asleep did lie, Doth lour, nay chide, nay threat, for only this. Sweet, it was saucy LOVE, not humble I.