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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers ...
But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine, And life no longer ...
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, ...
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't ...
How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall ...
I never saw that you did painting need And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; ...
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But ...
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, ...
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