Sonnet LXIX (William Shakespeare Poems)
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers ...
I never saw that you did painting need And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
Who is it that says most? which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are you? In ...
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
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 ...
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime ...
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so ...
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so ...
If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled, Which, labouring for ...
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in ...
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin ...
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin ...
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; All ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook The dedicated words which writers ...
I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you, ...
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the ...
Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty ...
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty ...
When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme ...
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