Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

Tous les poèmes de Samuel Daniel sur Kalliope, classés par ordre alphabétique de titre.

A

B

Beautie, sweet loue, is like the morning dewe

Behold what happe Pigmaleon had to frame

But loue whilst that thou maist be lou’d againe

C

Care-charmer sleepe, sonne of the Sable night

Come death the Anchor-holde of all my thoughtes

D

Delia these eyes that so admireth thine

Drawne with th’attractiue vertue of her eyes

F

Faire and louely maide, looke from the shore

Faire is my loue, and cruell as sh’is faire

False hope prolongs my euer certaine griefe

G

Goe wailing verse, the infants of my loue

H

Happie in sleepe, waking content to languish

How long shall I in mine affliction morne

I

If Beautie thus be clouded with a frowne

If so it hap this of-spring of my care

If that a loyall hart and faith vnfained

If this be loue, to drawe a weary breath

I must not grieue my Loue, whose eyes would reede

I once may see when yeeres shall wrecke my wronge

L

Let others sing of Knights and Palladines

Like as the Lute that ioyes or els dislikes

Loe heere the impost of a faith vnfaining

Looke Delia how wee steeme the half-blowne Rose

Looke in my griefes, and blame me not to morne

M

My Cynthia hath the waters of mine eyes

My spotles loue hoouers with white wings

N

None other fame myne vnambitious Muse

O

O be not grieu’d that these my papers should

Oft and in vaine my rebel thoughts haue ventred

O had she not beene faire and thus vnkinde

O then I loue, and drawe this weary breath

O why dooth Delia credite so her glasse

R

Raigne in my thoughts faire hand, sweete eye, rare voyce

Raysing my hopes on hills of high desire

Reade in my face, a volume of despayres

Restore thy tresses to the golden Ore

S

Since the first looke that led me to this error

T

Teares, vowes, and prayers win the hardest hart

These plaintiue verse, the Posts of my desire

These sorrowing sighes, the smaokes of mine annoy

The starre of my mishappe impos’d this payning

Those amber locks, are those same nets my deere

Thou canst not dye whilst any zeale abounde

Thou poore hart sacrifiz’d vnto the fairest

V

Vnhappy pen and ill accepted papers

Vnto the boundles Ocean of thy beautie

W

When men shall finde thy flowre, thy glory passe

When Winter snowes vpon thy golden heares

Whilst by her eyes pursu’d, my poore hart flew it

Whilst youth and error led my wandring minde