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 Vi

Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty's..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xi

As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowestThou..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Vi

O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet odour..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xliii

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxiv

But be contented: when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away,My life hath in this line some interest,Which for memorial still with..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxiv

Who is it that says most? which can say moreThan this rich praise, that you alone are you?In whose confine immured is the storeWhich should example..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xlvii

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other:When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,Or heart in love..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxii

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd all my soul and all my every part;And for this sin there is no remedy,It is so grounded inward in my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxiii

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 ruin'd..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxxix

O, call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;Use power with power and..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxvi

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written embassage,To witness duty, not to show my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxxv

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;More than enough am I that vex thee still,To thy sweet will..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet X

For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thyself art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xcviii

From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trimHath put a spirit of youth in every thing,That heavy Saturn..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xlvi

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal warHow to divide the conquest of thy sight;Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,My heart mine eye the..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet V: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame

Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxxv

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,And burn..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lvii

Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do, till..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxviii

How can I then return in happy plight,That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?When day's oppression is not eased by night,But day by night, and night by..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxix

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,But now my gracious numbers are decay'dAnd my sick Muse doth give..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lx

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxxiii

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

Sonnet Xxxix

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,When thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?And what is 't but..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xlix

Against that time, if ever that time come,When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,Call'd to that audit by..

© William Shakespeare