Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all (William Shakespeare Poems)
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in ...
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his ...
Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you, ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when ...
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am ...
Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the ...
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure ...
If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will, ...
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? Then, gentle ...
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd; But then begins ...
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; ...
Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but today by ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or, if they ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
URNS and odours bring away! Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dying; Balms and gums ...
? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They ...
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing: In act thy ...
How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not ...
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