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 Ii

WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon..

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Sonnet Xcix

The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich on..

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Sonnet 38:

How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar..

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Sonnet Xxi

So is it not with me as with that MuseStirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven itself for ornament doth useAnd every fair with his fair..

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Sonnets Iii

WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new..

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Sonnet Ix

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeThat thou consumest thyself in single life?Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.The world will wail thee, like a..

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Sonnets Xi

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,Unmoved, cold..

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Sonnet Cxxxvi

If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near,Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,'And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;Thus far for..

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Sonnet Xxxi

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposed dead,And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,And all those friends..

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Sonnet Xx

A woman's face with Nature's own hand paintedHast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;A woman's gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith shifting..

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Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More

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

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Sonnets To The Sundry Notes Of Music

I.IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,That liked of her master as well as well might be,Till looking on an Englishman, the fair'st..

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Sonnet Cxxxii

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,Have put on black and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty..

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Sonnet Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,And of this..

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The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)

LXXVIIISo oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy..

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Sonnet Cxxxvii

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,That they behold, and see not what they see?They know what beauty is, see where it lies,Yet what..

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Sonnet Xxvii

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;But then begins a journey in my head,To work my mind, when body's..

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Sonnet Xcvii

How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old..

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The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)

IFrom fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might..

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Sonnets I

SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And Summer's lease hath..

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Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect…

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's..

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Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar..

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Sonnet Vii

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..

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Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day

If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude..

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Sonnet L

How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek, my weary travel's end,Doth teach that ease and that repose to say'Thus far the miles are measured..

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