William Shakespeare Poems
Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, [......] these rebel powers th ...
Sonnets Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not l ...
Sonnets I SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds ...
Sonnets Ii WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my b ...
Sonnets Iii WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing ...
Sonnets Iv THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all Love's ...
Sonnets Ix FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gi ...
Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strang ...
Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes ...
Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music I. IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well ...
III. My flocks feed not, My ewes breed not, My rams speed not, All is amiss: Love's denying, Faith's defying, Heart's renying, C ...
Herds stand weeping, Flocks all sleeping, Nymphs back peeping Fearfully: All our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry ...
In faith, you had not had it then.' And to her will frame all thy ways; Spare not to spend, and chiefly there Where thy desert m ...
There will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, by whose falls Melodious birds sin ...
Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain! None takes pity on thy pain: Senseless trees they cannot hear thee; Ruthless beasts they w ...
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Sonnets Vi O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, but fai ...
Sonnets Vii BEING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all ...
Sonnets Viii THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which sha ...
Sonnets X THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fort ...
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