Sonnets iii (William Shakespeare Poems)
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those ...
ON a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live: Against this coming ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers ...
O, lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me that you should love After my ...
That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am ...
URNS and odours bring away! Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dying; Balms and gums ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
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