Poetic Openings : Sir Philip Sidney to Sir Philip Sidney

Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xcii : First Line : Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xli : First Line : Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xv : First Line : You that do search for every purling spring
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xx : First Line : Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xxiii : First Line : The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness

Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xxxiii : First Line : I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella: Xxxix : First Line : Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella-eleventh Song : First Line : "Who is it that this dark night
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella-first Song : First Line : Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth,
Poet : Sir Philip Sidney : Poem : Astrophel And Stella-sonnet Liv : First Line : Because I breathe not love to every one,

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