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 ...
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious ...
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of ...
The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They ...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of ...
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled. Make sweet some vial; treasure ...
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceivèd husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
What's in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What's new to ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
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