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 Ii: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be a tatter'd..
© William Shakespeare
The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello')
And let me the canakin clink, clink;And let me the canakin clinkA soldier's a man;A life's but a span;Why, then, let a soldier drink.
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,Thou dost..
© William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare Epitaph
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Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought
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..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets Xx
POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth--My sinful earth these rebel powers array--Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets Xvi
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rimeIn praise of Ladies dead and lovely..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
From 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..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 2:
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,Will be a tatter'd..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Li
Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf my dull bearer when from thee I speed:From where thou art why should I haste me thence?Till I return, of..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets 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
Sonnets Iv
THY bosom is endeared with all heartsWhich I, by lacking, have supposed dead:And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,And all those friends..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxi
Is it thy will thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,While shadows like to thee..
© William Shakespeare
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..
© William Shakespeare
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..
© William Shakespeare
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..
© William Shakespeare
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..
© William Shakespeare
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..
© William Shakespeare