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 88: When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light

When thou shalt be disposed to set me lightAnd place my merit in the eye of scorn,Upon thy side, against myself I'll fight,And prove thee virtuous..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 125: Were'T Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 64: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defacedThe rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;When sometime lofty towers I see down-razedAnd brass eternal..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 136: If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near

If thy soul check 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 love..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 97: How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been

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

Twelve O'Clock - Fairy Time

Through the house give glimmering lightBy the dead and drowsy fire;Every elf and fairy spritehop as light as bird from brier.Now, until the break of..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xviii: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness

Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;Thou..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 55: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone..

© 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 seasons'..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art

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 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep

The little love god lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame tripping by;..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way

But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,And fortify your self in your decayWith means more blessèd than my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 41: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commitsWhen I am sometime absent from thy heart,Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,For still temptation..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,When not to be receives reproach of being;And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemedNot by our feeling..

© William Shakespeare

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

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 122: Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,A loss in love that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 13: O, That You Were Your Self! But, Love, You Are

O, that you were your self! But, love, you areNo longer yours than you yourself here live.Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,Some in their wealth, some in their body's force,Some in their garments though new-fangled ill,Some in..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 129: Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame

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 133: Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groanFor that deep wound it gives my friend and me!Is't not enough to torture me alone,But slave to slavery..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 149: Canst Thou, O Cruel, Say I Love Thee Not

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,When I against my self with thee partake?Do I not think on thee when I forgotAm of my self, all tyrant, for..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 90: Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 148: O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head

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