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
15 random poems
- Sing Me A Rainbow by Shel Silverstein
- I Dream of my Grandmother and Great-Grandmother by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
- Lune de Miel by T. S. Eliot
- Анатолий Жигулин – Гулко эхо от ранних шагов
- Николай Языков – Елагиной
- The Cap And Bells by William Butler Yeats
- Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: Craigieburn Wood:
- Федор Сологуб – В моих мечтах такое постоянство
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- Галина Гампер – Я вгоняла содержанье
- Николай Глазков – Подражание
- Sonnet: On seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams weep at a tale of distress by William Wordsworth
- Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope
- Владимир Высоцкий – Тюменская нефть
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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.