The Rival Poet Sonnets by William Shakespeare
LXXVIII So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under… Read More »The Rival Poet Sonnets by William Shakespeare
LXXVIII So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under… Read More »The Rival Poet Sonnets by William Shakespeare
The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice blest:It blesseth him that gives,… Read More »The Quality Of Mercy by William Shakespeare
I From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his… Read More »The Procreation Sonnets by William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay,On the sole Arabian tree,Herald sad and trumpet be,To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger,Foul pre-currer of… Read More »The Phoenix And The Turtle by William Shakespeare
I.When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor’d youth,Unskilful… Read More »The Passionate Pilgrim by William Shakespeare
CXXVIIIn the old age black was not counted fair,Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name;But now is black beauty’s successive heir,And beauty slandered… Read More »The Dark Lady Sonnets by William Shakespeare
And let me the canakin clink, clink;And let me the canakin clinkA soldier’s a man;A life’s but a span;Why, then, let a soldier drink.
ON a day–alack the day!–Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air:Through the velvet leaves the windAll unseen ‘gan… Read More »The Blossom by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined… Read More »That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold by William Shakespeare
TAKE, O take those lips away,That so sweetly were forsworn;And those eyes, the break of day,Lights that do mislead the morn!But my kisses bring again,Bring… Read More »Take, O Take Those Lips Away by William Shakespeare