A Madrigal (William Shakespeare Poems)
Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth ...
Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
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 ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
FROM you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear! your true love 's coming, That can sing both ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
ON a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and ...
Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own ...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth ...
As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by ...
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
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