Thomas Copeland
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first heard Aug 2026
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like some weak lords neighbor'd by mighty kings to keep themselves and their chief cities free do easily yield that all their coasts may be ready to store their camps of needful things so stella's heart finding what power love brings to keep itself in life and liberty doth willing grant that in the frontiers he use all to help his other conquerings and thus her heart escapes
but thus her eyes serve him with shot her lips his heralds are her breasts his tents legs his triumphal car her flesh his food her skin his armor brave and i but for because my prospect lies upon that coast am given up for a slave thirty whether the turkish new moon minded be to fill his horns this year on christian coast
how poles right king means without leave of host to warm with ill-made fire cold muscovy if french can yet three parts in one agree what now the dutch in their full diets boast how holland hearts now so good towns be lost trust in the shade of pleasing orange-tree
How Ulster, likes of that same golden bit wherewith my father once made it half tame, if in the Scotch court be no weltering yet.
These questions busy wits to me to frame.
I, cumbered with good manners, answer do, but know not how, for still I think of you.
End of Sonnets 1-30
Section 2 of Astrophel and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney.
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Read by Thomas Copeland.
Poems 31 to 60 31 With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently and with how wan a face!
What?
may it be that even in heavenly place that busy archer his sharp arrows tries sure if that long with love acquainted eyes can judge of love thou feel'st a lover's case i read it in thy looks thy languished grace to me that feel the like thy state then even of fellowship o moon tell me is constant love deemed there but want of wit
are beauties there as proud as here they be do they above love to be loved and yet those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess do they call virtue there ungratefulness thirty two
Morpheus, the lively son of deadly sleep, witness of life to them that living die, a prophet oft and oft an history, a poet eke as humours fly or creep.
Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep, that never are with closed up sense to lie, but by thy work my Stella I descry, teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep,
vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell whence hast thou ivory rubies pearl and gold to show her skin lips teeth and head so well fool answers he no einst such treasures hold but from thy heart while my sire charmeth thee sweet stella's image i to steal to me thirty three
i might unhappy word o me i might and then would not or could not see my bliss till now wrapt in a most infernal night i find how heavenly day wretch i did miss heart rent thyself thou dost thyself but right
no lovely paris made thy helen his no force no fraud robbed thee of thy delight nor fortune of thy fortune author is but to myself myself did give the blow while too much wit forsooth so troubled me that i respects for both our sakes must show
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