Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made (William Shakespeare Poems)
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a ...
MY love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love ...
FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd ...
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a ...
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a ...
IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the ...
? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he ...
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his ...
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time ...
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, every ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained ...
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a ...
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love ...
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