Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
... nature to subsist,Till each to raz'd oblivion yield his partOf thee, thy record never can be miss't ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
... hou shalt findThose children nurs't, deliver'd from thy brain,To take a new acquaintance of thy mind ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Tir'd with all these for restful death I cry
... like) controlling skill,And simple-truth miscall'd simplicity,And captive-good attending captain-ill ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
... deceived, For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred, Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
... t not directly tell,But being both from me, both to each friend,I guess one angel in an other's hell ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
... o those are free:Then beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuseThe bounteous largess giv'n thee to give ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
... affable familiar ghostWhich nightly gulls him with intelligenceAs victors of my silence cannot boast ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
... ess view,Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)Makes black night beaut'ous, and her old face new ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Wer't ought to me I bore the canopy
... tion, poor but free,Which is not mixt with seconds, knows no art,But mutual render, only me for thee ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: What is your substance, whereof are you made
... e doth shadow of your beauty show,The other as your bounty doth appear,And you in every blessè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: What potions have I drunk of siren tears
... ade better,And ruin'd love when it is built anewGrows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: What's in the brain that ink may character
... is page, Finding the first conceit of love there bred Where time and outward form would show it dead ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
... fair child of mineShall sum my count, and make my old excuse,"Proving his beauty by succession thine ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When I consider every thing that grows
... h to sullied night, And all in war with time for love of you As he takes from you, I ingraft you new ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: When I do count the clock that tells the time
... When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hid'ous night,When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls' or silver'd o'er with white:When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,And summer's green all girded up in sheavesBorne on the bier with white and bristly beard:Then of thy beauty do I question makeThat thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do them-selves forsake,And die as fast as they see others grow, And nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make defence Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence. ...
