Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
... n beauty's brow,Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Like as to make our appetites more keen
... aults assuredAnd brought to medicine a healthful stateWhich, rank of goodness, would by ill be cured ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Lo in the orient when the gracious light
... Lo in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under-eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred majesty,And having climb'd the steep-up heav'nly hill,Resembling strong youth in his middle age,Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,Attending on his golden pilgrimage:But when from high-most pitch with weary car,Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,The eyes (fore-dut'ous) now converted areFrom his low tract and look an other way: So thou, thy self out-going in thy noon, Unlook'd on die'st unless thou get a son. ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
... scontent,So run'st thou after that which flies from thee,Whil'st I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou view'st
... f her prime,So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
... Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
... as mine importune thee,Root pity in thy heart that, when it grows,Thy pity may deserve to pitied be ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Love is too young to know what conscience is
... proud of this pride,He is contented thy poor drudge to be,To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
... t with crystal eyes)But the defendant doth that plea deny,And says in him their fair appearance lies ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
... thine for meAre windows to my breast, where-through the sunDelights to peep, to gaze therein on thee ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
... sing Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee, "thou single wilt prove none ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
... for thee, will,Bearing thy heart which I will keep so charyAs tender nurse her babe from faring ill ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is as a fever longing still
... s't, For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming
... sh the night,But that wild music burthens every boughAnd sweets grown common lose their dear delight ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
... her cheeks,And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks ...
