Sonnet IX (William Shakespeare Poems)
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless ...
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 ...
But be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line ...
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for ...
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your ...
But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine, And life no longer ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your ...
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd ...
Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
IT was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" To me that languished ...
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time, And fortify your self in ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained ...
But be contented when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away; My life hath in this line ...
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground; And for ...
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou ...
But do thy worst to steal thy self away, For term of life thou art assurèd mine, And life no ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
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