Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaXXXVI. Stella! whence doth this new assault arise?
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)S
A conquered, yielded, ransacked heart to win!
Whereto, long since, through my long battered eyes,
Whole armies of thy beauties entered in.
And there, long since, L
My forces razed, thy banners raised within.
Of conquest, do not these effects suffice?
But wilt now war upon thine own begin
With so sweet voice, and by sweet Nature so
In sweetest strength; so sweetly skilled withal
In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can show:
That not my soul, which at thy foot did fall,
Long since forced by thy beams; but stone nor tree
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