Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse – Poem by William Shakespeare Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, […]
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Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None – Poem by William Shakespeare They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing, they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmovèd, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit […]
Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill – Poem by William Shakespeare Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body’s force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath […]
Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse – Poem by William Shakespeare So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use, And under thee their poesy disperse. Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high […]
Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring – Poem by William Shakespeare From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of […]
Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 40: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All – Poem by William Shakespeare Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. […]
Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits – Poem by William Shakespeare
Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits – Poem by William Shakespeare Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won; Beauteous thou art, therefore to […]