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 ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
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 ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old; For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall ...
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime ...
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before the ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious ...
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants ...
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, ...
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since everyone hath, everyone, ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these ...
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of ...
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