Sonnet LII (William Shakespeare Poems)
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he ...
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old; For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such ...
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle ...
Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such ...
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is ...
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle ...
So am I as the rich whose blessèd key Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, The which he ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such ...
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