English poetry

Poems in English

Philomela

The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of […]

The Bargain

MY true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given: I hold his […]

To The Sad Moon

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb’st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What! May […]

Astrophel and Stella: I

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: I Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might […]

Thou Blind Man’s Mark

Thou blind man’s mark, thou fool’s self chosen snare, Fond fancy’s scum, and dregs of scatter’d thought, Band of all […]

Sonnet VII: When Nature

When Nature made her chief work, Stella’s eyes, In color black why wrapp’d she beams so bright? Would she in […]

Sonnet XXXIX: Come, Sleep!

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man’s […]

You Gote-heard Gods

Strephon. You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, You Satyrs […]

Sonnet XVI: In Nature Apt

In nature apt to like when I did see Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did […]

Song from Arcadia

My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given. I hold […]

Sonnet XXVI: Though Dusty Wits

Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, […]

Sonnet XV: You That Do Search

You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not […]

Astrophel and Stella: XX

Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly! See there that boy, that murd’ring boy, I say, Who, […]

Sonnet VI: Some Lovers Speak

Some lovers speak when they their Muses entertain, Of hopes begot by fear, of wot not what desires: Of force […]

Astrophel and Stella: III

Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine, That, bravely mask’d, their fancies may be told; Or, Pindar’s apes, flaunt […]

Sonnet I: Loving In Truth

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of […]

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