All Poems
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Romeo and Juliet (excerpts): The earth that’s Nature’s mother is her tomb
© William Shakespeare
The earth that's Nature's mother is her tomb;What is her burying grave, that is her womb;And from her womb children of divers kindWe sucking on her natural bosom find:Many for many virtues excellent,None but for some, and yet all different
Romeo and Juliet (excerpts): O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
© William Shakespeare
O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
Romeo and Juliet (excerpts): Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye
© William Shakespeare
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brainDoth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
Richard II (excerpts): This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle
© William Shakespeare
This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle,This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,This other Eden, demi-paradise,This fortress built by Nature for her selfAgainst infection and the hand of war,This happy breed of men, this little world,This precious stone set in a silver seaWhich serves it in the office of a wallOr as a moat defensive to a house,Against the envy of less happier lands,This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,Feared by their breed and famous for their birth,Renownèd for their deeds as far from homeFor Christian service and true chivalryAs is the sepulchre in stubborn JewryOf the world's ransom, blessèd Mary's son
Richard II (excerpts): Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand
© William Shakespeare
Oh, who can hold a fire in his handBy thinking on the frosty Caucasus?Or cloy the hungry edge of appetiteBy bare imagination of a feast?Or wallow naked in December snowBy thinking on fantastic summer's heat?Oh no, the apprehension of the goodGives but the greater feeling to the worse;Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle moreThan when it bites but lanceth not the sore
Richard II (excerpts): Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
© William Shakespeare
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
Richard II (excerpts): I have been studying how to compare
© William Shakespeare
I have been studying how to compareThis prison where I live unto the world,And for because the world is populousAnd here is not a creature but myself,I cannot do it - yet I'll hammer it out
O Mistres Mine Where are you Roming?
© William Shakespeare
O Mistres mine where are you roming?O stay and heare, your true loues coming, That can sing both high and low
A Midsummer Night's Dream (excerpts): Lovers and mad men have such seething brains
© William Shakespeare
Lovers and mad men have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend moreThan cool reason ever comprehends
The Merchant of Venice (excerpts): How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank
© William Shakespeare
Lorenzo: How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank; Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears
Macbeth (excerpts): Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
© William Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death
Hamlet (excerpts): To be or not to be, that is the question
© William Shakespeare
To be or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them
All's Well that Ends Well (excerpts): Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
© William Shakespeare
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,Which we ascribe to heaven
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against my love shall be as I am now
© William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be as I am nowWith time's injurious hand crush't and o'er-worn,When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles, when his youthful mornHath travail'd on to age's steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he's kingAre vanishing, or vanish't out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his spring
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all
© William Shakespeare
Accuse me thus, that I have scanted allWherein I should your great deserts repay,Forgot upon your dearest love to callWhereto all bonds do tie me day by day,That I have frequent been with unknown mindsAnd giv'n to time your own dear purchas'd right,That I have hoisted sail to all the windsWhich should transport me farthest from your sight
Song: Love still has something of the sea
© Sir Charles Sedley
Love still has something of the sea, From whence his Mother rose;No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose.
Christmas Carols (It Came upon the Midnight Clear)
© Edmund Hamilton Sears
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold;"Peace on the earth, good will to men From heaven's all-gracious King" --The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing
To Julia under Lock and Key
© Seaman Owen
[A form of betrothal gift in America is an anklet securedby a padlock, of which the other party keeps the key.]
To Julia in Shooting Togs
© Seaman Owen
Whenas to shoot my Julia goes,Then, then, (methinks) how bravely showsThat rare arrangement of her clothes!
Thomas of the Light Heart
© Seaman Owen
Facing the guns, he jokes as well As any Judge upon the Bench;Between the crash of shell and shell His laughter rings along the trench;He seems immensely tickled by aProjectile which he calls a "Black Maria
