Sonnet LVII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
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 ...
BEING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join ...
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 ...
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, join ...
Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the ...
That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I ...
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep, A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did ...
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the ...
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