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 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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

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Sonnet Lxxvi

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,So far from variation or quick change?Why with the time do I not glance asideTo new-found methods and to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xcvi

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;Thou..

© William Shakespeare

Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslip's bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.On the bat's back I do fly.After summer merrily:Merrily..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxxviii

When my love swears that she is made of truthI do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor'd youth,Unlearned in the..

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Sonnet Lxxxi

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;From hence your memory death cannot take,Although in me each part will..

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Sonnet Lxxii

O, lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit lived in me, that you should loveAfter my death, dear love, forget me quite,For you in me can..

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Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…”

Lo in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred..

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Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xc

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop..

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Sonnet Cxxxiii

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanFor that deep wound it gives my friend and me!Is't not enough to torture me alone,But slave to slavery..

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Sonnets Xiii

FROM you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,That heavy Saturn..

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Sonnet Iv: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to..

© William Shakespeare