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").

Helen's Soliloqy (All's Well That Ends Well)

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lieWhich we ascribe to heaven. The fated skyGives us free scope, only doth backward pullOur slow designs when we..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cliii

Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain..

© William Shakespeare

The Dark Lady Sonnets (127 - 154)

CXXVIIIn the old age black was not counted fair,Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;But now is black beauty's successive heir,And beauty..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxv

Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,With my extern the outward honouring,Or laid great bases for eternity,Which prove more short than waste or..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so love's faceMay still seem love to me, though altered new;Thy looks with me, thy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxi

O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 72: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxx

That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow which I then did feelNeeds must I under my transgression bow,Unless my nerves were..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lii

So am I as the rich, whose blessed keyCan bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,The which he will not every hour survey,For blunting the fine..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxlii

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:O, but with mine compare thou thine own state,And thou shalt find..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets 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

Sonnet Cxiv

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,And that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 92: But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away

But do thy worst to steal thyself away,For term of life thou art assured mine;And life no longer than thy love will stay,For it depends upon that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 14: “not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck…”

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good, or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Clii

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing,In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,In vowing new..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 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

Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live

Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,And with his presence grace impiety,That sin by him advantage should achieve,And lace it self with his..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnets Xii

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxlvii

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need

I never saw that you did painting need,And therefore to your fair no painting set;I found, or thought I found, you did exceedThat barren tender of a..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Civ

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

Sonnet 56: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said

Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not saidThy edge should blunter be than appetite,Which but today by feeding is allayed,Tomorrow sharpened in his..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 59: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is

If there be nothing new, but that which isHath been before, how are our brains beguiled,Which, labouring for invention bear amisThe second burthen of..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cvii

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 82: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their fair subject..

© William Shakespeare