Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 57, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 57, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Woe, having made with many fights his own
Last Line: So sweets my pains, that my pains me rejoice.
Subject(s): Love; Stars


Woe, having made with many fights his own
Each sense of mine, each gift, each power of mind,
Grown now his slaves, he forced them out to find
The thorough'st words, fit for woe's self to groan,
Hoping that when they might find Stella alone,
Before she could prepare to be unkind,
Her soul, armed but with such a dainty rind,
Should soon be pierced with sharpness of the moan.
She heard my plaints, and did not only hear,
But them (so sweet she is) most sweetly sing,
With that fair breast making woe's darkness clear.
A pretty case! I hoped her to bring
To feel my griefs, and she with face and voice
So sweets my pains, that my pains me rejoice.





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