Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 55, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 55, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Muses, I oft invoked your holy aid
Last Line: That I well find no eloquence like it.
Subject(s): Love; Stars


Muses, I oft invoked your holy aid,
With choicest flowers my speech to engarland so
That it, despised in true but naked show,
Might win some grace in your sweet skill arrayed;
And oft whole troops of saddest words I stayed,
Striving abroad a-foraging to go,
Until by your inspiring I might know
How their black banner might be best displayed.
But now I mean no more your help to try,
Nor other sugaring of my speech to prove,
But on her name incessantly to cry:
For let me but name her, whom I do love,
So sweet sounds straight mine ear and heart do hit
That I well find no eloquence like it.





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