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
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- No Labor-Saving Machine. by Walt Whitman
- Crossing the Frontier
- So Long! by Precious Tahula
- Владимир Высоцкий – Отпустите мне грехи
- Кондратий Рылеев – Луна
- And Doth Not a Meeting Like This by Thomas Moore
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- Before you knew you owned it poem – Alice Walker
- Schlummerland – Slumberland / CD by Roland Zoss
- Astigmatism poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- If By Chance Your Eye Offend You poem – A. E. Housman
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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.