Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (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 ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
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 ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but ...
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins ...
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarr'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not ...
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 ...
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
MY love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained ...
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind; And that which governs me to go about Doth part ...
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
YOU spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near ...
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love ...
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, And that which governs me to go about Doth part ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" To me that languished ...
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd; But then begins ...
How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
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