Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXIX
O ioy to high for my low stile to show! O blisse fit for a nobler seat then me! Enuie, put out thine eyes, least thou do see What oceans of delight in me do flowe! My friend, that oft saw through all maskes my wo, Come, come, and let me powre my selfe on thee. Gone is the Winter of my miserie! My Spring appeares; O see what here doth grow: For Stella hath, with words where faith doth shine, Of her high heart giu'n me the Monarchie: I, I, O I, may say that she is mine! And though she giue but thus conditionly, This realme of blisse while vertuous course I take, No kings be crown'd but they some couenants make.
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"O ioy to high for my low stile to show!..."
This evocative piece by Philip Sidney (Sir), titled "Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXIX", 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...