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").

Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,[......] these rebel powers that thee array,Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xix

TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxxiv

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,Hiding thy bravery in..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxxvii

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Ix

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..

© William Shakespeare

From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,Swelling on either side to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xvii

O NEVER say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!As easy might I from myself depart,As from my soul, which in thy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent..

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The Passionate Pilgrim

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 in..

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Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen

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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Sonnet Lxxxii

I grant thou wert not married to my MuseAnd therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their fair subject..

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Sonnet Xlv

The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with..

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Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now

Against my love shall be as I am nowWith Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn,When hours have drained his blood and filled his browWith lines..

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Sonnets Xv

TO me, fair friend, you never can be old;For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters coldHave from the..

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Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars

Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,Unlook'd for joy in..

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Sonnet Cxxix

The expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action; and till action, lustIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xv: When I Consider Everything That Grows

When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in..

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Sonnet Cxlix

Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,When I against myself with thee partake?Do I not think on thee, when I forgotAm of myself, all tyrant, for..

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Sonnet Cxlviii

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight!Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,That censures..

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Sonnet Lxvi

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As, to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,And purest faith unhappily..

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Sonnets Viii

THAT time of year thou may'st in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold--Bare ruin'd..

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Sonnet Cxiii

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but..

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Sonnet Lxxv

So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt a miser..

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Sonnets Xiv

MY love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear:That love is merchandised whose rich esteemingThe..

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Speech: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow"

(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded..

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