Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Sonnet Lviii

That god forbid that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,Being..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet

If there be nothing new, but that which isHath been before, how are our brains beguiled,Which, labouring for invention, bear amissThe second burden..

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Sonnet Xcv

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!O, in what sweets..

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Sonnet Xiv

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons'..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxiii

I never saw that you did painting needAnd therefore to your fair no painting set;I found, or thought I found, you did exceedThe barren tender of a..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xvii

Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your..

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Sonnet Xl

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..

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Sonnet Lxix

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxxiv

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore, to be my..

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Sonnet Xciii

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though alter'd new;Thy looks with me, thy..

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Sonnet Lxxxviii

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,And place my merit in the eye of scorn,Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,And prove thee virtuous..

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Sonnet Xci

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force,Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,Some..

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Sonnet Xvi

But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?And fortify yourself in your decayWith means more blessed than my..

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Sonnet Lxv

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,Whose..

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Sonnet Xxii

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,So long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days..

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Sonnet Lvi

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,To-morrow sharpen'd in his..

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Sonnet Lxxxix

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,And I will comment upon that offence;Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,Against thy reasons..

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Sonnet Xlii

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that..

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Sonnet Xxiii

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams..

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Speech: "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears"

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.The evil that men do lives after them;The good is oft..

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Sonnet Viii

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly,Or..

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Sonnet Xli

Those petty wrongs that liberty commits,When I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,For still temptation..

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Sonnet Lxxxvii

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;My bonds in..

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Sonnet Liii

What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since every one hath, every one, one shade,And you, but..

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Sonnet Lxiii

Against my love shall be, as I am now,With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith..

© William Shakespeare