Fairy Land i (William Shakespeare Poems)
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone's sphere; And ...
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone's sphere; And ...
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 me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is't ...
How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel's end, Doth teach that ease ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall ...
I never saw that you did painting need And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought ...
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to ...
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; ...
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But ...
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can ...
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, ...
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth-- My sinful earth these rebel powers array-- Why dost thou pine within ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I'll forfeit, ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd ...
Who is it that says most? which can say more Than this rich praise, that you alone are you? In ...
They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, ...
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when ...
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows ...
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses ...
BEING your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no ...
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with ...
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine ...
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