Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day? (William Shakespeare Poem)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To ...
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, Lest sorrow lend me ...
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis ...
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is ...
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, My sinful earth these rebel powers array, Why dost thou pine within ...
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time, And fortify your self in ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
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