William Shakespeare Poems
Sonnet Lx Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that ...
Sonnet Lxi Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be ...
Sonnet Lxii Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, ...
Sonnet Lxiii Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd hi ...
Sonnet Lxix Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All tongues, th ...
Sonnet Lxv Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage sh ...
Sonnet Lxvi Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in joll ...
Sonnet Lxx That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is sus ...
Sonnet Lxxi No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am ...
Sonnet Lxxii O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death, dear love, ...
Sonnet Lxxiii That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which sha ...
Sonnet Lxxiv But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some intere ...
Sonnet Lxxix Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are deca ...
Sonnet Lxxv So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you ...
Sonnet Lxxvi Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance as ...
Sonnet Lxxvii Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy min ...
Sonnet Lxxviii So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my ...
Sonnet Lxxx O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends ...
Sonnet Lxxxi Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot ...
Sonnet Lxxxii I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which wr ...
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