Poems by William Shakespeare
from The Rape of Lucrece
... Gives the hot charge and bids them do their liking ...
Sonnet XXXV: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
... To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me ...
Sonnet 5: "Those hours, that with gentle work did frame..."
... But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet, ...
Sonnet 89: "Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,..."
... Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, ...
A Fairy Song
... And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear ...
A Lover's Complaint
... Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them:'So many have, that never touch'd his hand, ...
Aubade
... HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, ...
Dirge
... My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown: ...
Dirge of the Three Queens
... And clamours through the wild air flying! Come, all sad and solemn shows, ...
Fairy Land ii
... Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! ...
Fairy Land iii
... Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,-- ...
Fairy Land iv
... Under the blossom that hangs on the bough ...
Fairy Land v
... Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them-- ...
Fear No More
... Fear no more the frown of the great, ...
Fidele
... Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: ...
