My Mistress’ Eyes (William Shakespeare Poem)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
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, ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with ...
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not ...
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjur'd, murd'rous, ...
SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
ON a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
WHO is Silvia? What is she? That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven ...
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and, till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, ...
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, ...
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy- But not to tell of ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the ...
So is it not with me as with that muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven ...
How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not ...
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
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