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 but of lost labour trace;
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle’s wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar’s bleeding fame;
Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
End of the poem
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- The Minotaur by Ted Hughes
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- My Beach by Robert Saltzman
- Implosions
- Sonnet To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- A Farm-Picture. by Walt Whitman
- Федор Тютчев – А.А. Фету (Тебе сердечный мой поклон)
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- Николай Некрасов – Я не люблю иронии твоей
- Reply to the Threat of a Censorious Critic by Robert Burns
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” I – Grave-Digger’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
- Angry People by Roger Hayes
- He Said To by Marvin Bell
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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.