#philip sidney

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.”

Philip Sidney, Astrophel And Stella (1591)

The philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein wrestles with writer's block . And yet he remains undefeated. Writing about writer's block is better than not writing at all.

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[waiting-eyez]

Either I will find a way orI will make one.

(Philip Sidney)

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[danishprince]

"i don't care WHAT your pronouns are, just get the fuck out of here" 1593 edition

#only on book one but i'm having a ball on this bitch #the countess of pembroke's arcadia #philip sidney

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 4 October 2023

Philip Sidney. 1554-86

Sleep

COME, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; With shield of proof shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: O make in me those civil wars to cease; I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, A rosy garland and a weary head; And if these things, as being thine by right,   Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,   Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

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[poems-from-around-the-world]

"My True Love Hath My Heart" - Sir Philip Sidney - UK

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given:

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a bargain better driven.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one;

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:

He loves my heart, for once it was his own;

I cherish his because in me it bides.

His heart his wound received from my sight;

My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;

For as from me on him his hurt did light,

So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true love hath my heart and I have his.

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[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,

My true-love hath my heart and I have his.

Philip Sidney ~ Song from Arcadia

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[jezabelofthenorth]

Philip and the other Protestants of Paris spent an uneasy night, hiding themselves in fear of their lives. The next day, some began to cautiously emerge from where they had sheltered, but it was not over. For days the violence raged on. On the third day, one of Philip’s friends and mentors fell victim to the massacre. Having spent the first day and night hidden in the cellar of a bookshop, as looters sacked the contents above, on the second day, Petrus Ramus felt secure enough to return to his accommodation at the college around the corner. This was a mistake. He was attacked in his rooms and, like Coligny before him, stabbed before being thrown out of his window. Catholic students attacked and cut up his corpse, dragging it through the streets to the Seine, where it joined countless others in a morbid, mutilated baptism beneath the shadow of the great Cathedral. It was starkly clear that this was not just disordered mob violence. The order for the elimination of French Protestants had come from the highest levels, from the king and queen mother themselves. Philip would never forgive any of the French royal family for their part in the butchery he was forced to witness of his own religious brethren. ‘He is the son of the Jezebel of our age,’ Philip later wrote to Elizabeth of the duc, ‘his brother made oblation of his own sister’s marriage, the easier to make massacres of all sexes.’ How could a young Catholic duc, soaked in the blood of the martyrs of Christ, ever compare to his uncle, a shining champion of the true religion?

The House of Dudley: A New History of Tudor England, Joanne Paul

#now that's an angle of why robert hated de guise so much i never considered #philip sidney #robert dudley #quotes

[wellconstructedsentences]

Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare, Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought, Band of all evils; cradle of causeless care; Thou web of will, whose end is never wrought: Desire! Desire! I have too dearly bought With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware.

Thou Blind Man's Mark by Philip Sidney

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[ballumville]

'My true love hath my heart, and I have his.' 💘- Philip Sidney

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[loveindeeair]

His heart in me, keeps me and him in one

My heart in him, his thought and senses guides.

- My True Love Hath My Heart

Philip Sidney

Arcadia

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[soulmaking]

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[justwatchmyeyes]

Either I will find a way, or I will make one.

Philip Sidney

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[amidnightlove]

james "astrophil" potter and regulus "stella" black

#starchaser #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #philip sidney #thinking about poetry again #astrophil and stella

[poetryguysometimes]

Sonnets

Thinking of the times when men would write entire sonnet collections for their loves. If no man will do it for me, I will be the change I want to see.

#philip sidney #Astrophel and Stella

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 31 December 2023

You that do search for every purling spring BY SIR PHILIP SIDNEY

You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts, into your poesy wring; Ye that do dictionary's method bring Into your rimes, running in rattling rows; You that poor Petrarch's long-deceased woes With new-born sighs and denizen'd wit do sing: You take wrong ways; those far-fet helps be such As do bewray a want of inward touch, And sure, at length stol'n goods do come to light. But if, both for your love and skill, your name You seek to nurse at fullest breasts of Fame, Stella behold, and then begin to endite.

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[rjptalk]

FOR INSOMNIACS WITH DOGS WHO BARK

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