Sir Philip Sidney; Astrophel and Stella: XXIII
by Sir Philip Sidney
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness
Bewray itself in my long-settl’d eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains and missing aim do guess.
Some, that know how my spring I did address,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies;
Others, because the prince my service tries,
Think that I think state errors to redress;
But harder judges judge ambition’s rage–
Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp’ry place–
Holds my young brain captiv’d in golden cage.
O fool or over-wise! alas, the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start
But only Stella’s eyes and Stella’s heart.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Poor Fisherman
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
- Николай Огарев – Отцу
- Gone
- On Death poem – John Keats poems
- Evening by Sappho
- Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale
- Иван Киуру – Человек
- Sorrow’s Importunity poem – Alfred Austin
- A Library Of Skulls by Thomas Lux
- Water by Robert Lowell
- Жан де Лафонтен – Два Мула
- The Coronet poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- When I Came Last to Ludlow poem – A. E. Housman
- To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter by Phillis Wheatley
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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.