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 ...
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 ...
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose ...
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his ...
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st In one of thine, from that which thou departest, And ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet ...
If thou survive my well-contented day When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers ...
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
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