Love poems
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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
© William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall out-live this pow'rful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
© William Shakespeare
No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done,Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
© William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vildest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it, for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotIf thinking on me then should make you woe
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
© William Shakespeare
My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her stillWhile comments of your praise, richly compil'd,Reserve their character with golden quillAnd precious phrase by all the muses fil'd
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
© William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming
© William Shakespeare
My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My love is as a fever longing still
© William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please
Shakespeare's Sonnets: My glass shall not persuade me I am old
© William Shakespeare
My glass shall not persuade me I am oldSo long as youth and thou are of one date,But when in thee time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days should expiate
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
© William Shakespeare
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal warHow to divide the conquest of thy sight
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Love is too young to know what conscience is
© William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is,Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
© William Shakespeare
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
© William Shakespeare
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written ambassageTo witness duty, not to shew my wit
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou view'st
© William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou view'st,Now is the time that face should form an otherWhose fresh repair, if now thou not renew'st,Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Like as to make our appetites more keen
© William Shakespeare
Like as to make our appetites more keen,With eager compounds we our palate urge,As to prevent our maladies unseenWe sicken to shun sickness when we purge
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let those who are in favour with their stars
© William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whil'st I whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlook't for joy in that I honour most;Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spreadBut as the marigold at the sun's eye,And in them-selves their pride lies burièd,For at a frown they in their glory die
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let not my love be call'd idolatry
© William Shakespeare
Let not my love be call'd idolatryNor my belovèd as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let me not to the marriage of true minds
© William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments; love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration findsOr bends with the remover to remove
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Let me confess that we two must be twain
© William Shakespeare
Let me confess that we two must be twainAlthough our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with me remain,Without thy help, by me be borne alone
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Is it thy will thy image should keep op'n
© William Shakespeare
Is it thy will thy image should keep op'nMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be brok'n,While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from theeSo far from home into my deeds to pry,To find out shames and idle hours in me,The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?O no, thy love, though much, is not so great,It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,To play the watch-man ever for thy sake
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
© William Shakespeare
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeThat thou consum'st thy self in single life?Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee like a makeless wife,The world will be thy widow and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When every private widow well may keep,By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:Look what an unthrift in the world doth spendShifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it,But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,And kept unused the user so destroys it: No love tow'rd others in that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits
