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 ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy ...
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
How can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
TAKE, O take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
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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