Sonnet XXXIII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
THEY that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They ...
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 ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, ...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceivèd husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They ...
Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe and ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet ...
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