William Shakespeare Poems (407 Poems)
Fairy Land i (William Shakespeare Poems)
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots … Continue reading
A Madrigal (William Shakespeare Poems)
Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth like summer brave,Age like winter bare:Youth is full of sports,Age’s breath is short,Youth is nimble, Age is lame:Youth is hot … Continue reading
Love (William Shakespeare Poem)
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender’d in the eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us … Continue reading
Tell Her That’s Young (William Shakespeare Poem)
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died Small is the worth, Of beauty from the light retired, Bid her come forth, … Continue reading
O Mistress Mine (William Shakespeare Poem)
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know. What is … Continue reading
My Mistress’ Eyes (William Shakespeare Poem)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, If hairs be wires, black wires grow upon her head. I have seen … Continue reading
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 the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of … Continue reading
Sonnet CXXXII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better … Continue reading
Sonnet CXXXIII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is’t not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be? Me from myself thy cruel … Continue reading
Sonnet CXXXIV (William Shakespeare Poems)
So, now I have confess’d that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still: But thou wilt not, nor he will not … Continue reading
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