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 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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 69: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxliv

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:The better angel is a man right fair,The worser spirit a woman..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xviii

LET me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxvii

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted allWherein I should your great deserts repay,Forgot upon your dearest love to call,Whereto all bonds do tie me..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxvi

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stThy lovers..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxiii

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:Thy pyramids built up with newer mightTo me are nothing novel, nothing strange;They are but dressings..

© William Shakespeare

Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene II [The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne]

Enobarbus describes Queen CleopatraEnobarbus: I will tell you.The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,Burned on the water: the poop was beaten..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Vii

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

Sonnets Xciv: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxxi

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;For well thou know'st to my dear doting heartThou art the..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 61: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open

Is it thy will thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be brokenWhile shadows like to thee..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xxix: When, In Disgrace With Fortune And Men's Eyes

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast stateAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesAnd look upon myself..

© William Shakespeare