Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
... more,But that is in my thought, whose love to you(Though words come hind-most) holds his rank before ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
... h my life decay Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
... in my love and hate, That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
... sent, nor the past,For thy records and what we see doth lie,Made more or less by thy continual haste ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
... ould'st convert: Or else of thee this I prognosticate, Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
... e shall still find room,Ev'n in the eyes of all posterityThat wear this world out to the ending doom ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
... s tribes, And thou in this shalt find thy monument When tyrant's crests and tombs of brass are spent ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O call not me to justify the wrong
... e enemies,And therefore from my face she turns my foesThat they else-where might dart their injuries ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O how I faint when I of you do write
... ess deep doth ride,Or (being wrack't) I am a worthless boat,He of tall building, and of goodly pride ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O lest the world should task you to recite
... or you, For I am sham'd by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
... O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well seeing thy foul faults should find ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O never say that I was false of heart
... ll thy sum of good: For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O that you were your self, but love you are
... honour might uphold,Against the stormy gusts of winter's dayAnd barren rage of death's eternal cold ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r
... till keep her treasure!Her audit (though delay'd) answer'd must be,And her quietus is to render thee ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: O, for my sake do you with fortune chide
... my strong infection,No bitterness that I will bitter think,Nor double penance to correct correction ...
