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The Complete Works of Sir Philip Sidney

In Three Volumes
Sidney, Philip (1554-1586)

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Volume I, [Volume II]
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THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA
  
[dedication]
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[THE FIRST BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.]
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THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
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[THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.]
  
[Unto a caitife wretch, whom long affliction holdeth]
  
[Amphialus song to Philoclea.]
  
[The Fire to see my woes for anger burneth]
  
[Since that to death is gone the shepheard hie]
  
[Phæbus farewell, a sweeter Saint I serve]
  
[Since that the stormy rage of passions darcke]
  
[Harke plaintfull ghostes, infernall furies harke]
  
[Howe is my Sunn, whose beames are shining bright]
  
[A banisht man, long bard from his desire]
  
[My true love hath my hart, and I have his]
  
[O words which fall like sommer deaw on me]
  
[Do not disdaine, ô streight up raised Pine]
  
[Sweete roote say thou, the roote of my desire]
  
[You goodly pines, which still with brave assent]
  
[Like divers flowers, whose divers beauties serve]
  
[Locke up, faire liddes, the treasure of my harte]
  
[Why doost thou haste away]
  
[O stealing time the subject of delaie]
  
[My Lute which in thy selfe thy tunes enclose]
  
[When two Sunnes do appeare]
  
[Aurora now thou shewst thy blushing light]
  
[Beautie hath force to catche the humane sight.]
  
[Let him drinke this, whome long in armes to folde]
  
[Get hence foule Griefe, the canker of the minde]
  
[Vertue, beawtie, and speach, did strike, wound, charme]
  
[The love which is imprinted in my soule]
  
[Let mother earth now decke her selfe in flowers]
  
[A neighbor mine not long agoe there was]
  
[Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be]
  
[The ladd Philisides]
  
[As I my little flocke on Ister banke]
  
[In faith, good Histor, long is your delay]
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THE FOURTH BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
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THE FIFTH BOOKE OF THE COUNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA.
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POEMS FIRST PRINTED IN THE FOLIO OF 1593.
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POEMS FROM THE OLD ARCADIA
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Syr P. S. His Astrophel and Stella.
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OTHER SONNETS OF VARIABLE VERSE.
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CERTAINE SONETS WRITTEN BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: Never before printed.
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TWO PASTORELS, MADE BY SIR PHILLIP SIDNEY.
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[THE LADY OF MAY]
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Volume III
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Volume IV

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[The Fire to see my woes for anger burneth]

The Fire to see my woes for anger burneth:
The Aire in raine for my affliction weepeth:
The Sea to ebbe for griefe his flowing turneth:
The Earth with pitie dull his center turneth.
Fame is with wonder blazed:
Time runnes away for sorrow:
Place standeth still amazed,
To see my night of ils, which hath no morrowe.
Alas all onely she no pitie taketh
To know my miseries, but chaste and cruell
My fall her glory maketh;
Yet still her eyes give to my flames their fuell.
Fire, burne me quite till sense of burning leave me:
Aire, let me drawe thy breath no more in anguish:
Sea, drown'd in thee of tedious life bereave me:
Earth, take this earth wherein my spirits languish.
Fame, say I was not borne:
Time, hast my dying hower:
Place, see my grave uptorne:
Fire, aire, sea, earth, fame, time, place show your power.
Alas from all their helpe I am exiled:
For hers am I, and Death feares her displeasure.
Fie Death thou art beguiled:
Though I be hers, she sets by me no treasure.
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