Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLIV
My words I know do well set forth my minde; My mind bemones his sense of inward smart; Such smart may pitie claim of any hart; Her heart, sweet heart, is of no tygres kind: And yet she heares and yet no pitie I find, But more I cry, less grace she doth impart. Alas, what cause is there so ouerthwart That Nobleness it selfe makes thus vnkind? I much do ghesse, yet finde no truth saue this, That when the breath of my complaints doth tuch Those dainty doors vnto the Court of Blisse, The heau'nly nature of that place is such, That, once come there, the sobs of mine annoyes Are metamorphos'd straight to tunes of ioyes.
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"My words I know do well set forth my minde;..."
This evocative piece by Philip Sidney (Sir), titled "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLIV", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...