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 Lv

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 Lxxx

O, how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise thereof spends all his might,To make me..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xiii

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxxvi

Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with me remainWithout thy help by me be..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxv

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise, richly compiled,Reserve their character with golden quillAnd precious..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xxiv

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'dThy beauty's form in table of my heart;My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective it is..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xliv

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,Injurious distance should not stop my way;For then despite of space I would be brought,From limits far..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxvi

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,Bound for the prize of all too precious you,That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,Making their..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxx

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xlviii

How careful was I, when I took my way,Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,That to my use it might unused stayFrom hands of falsehood, in sure..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xii

When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxi

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThen you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxviii

So oft have I invoked thee for my MuseAnd found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lviii

That god forbid that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,Being..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xcv

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!O, in what sweets..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xiv

Not from the stars do I my judgment 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 Lxxxiii

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xvii

Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tombWhich hides your..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xl

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;All..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxix

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 Cxxxiv

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,Myself I'll forfeit, so that other mineThou wilt restore, to be my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xciii

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Lxxxviii

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xci

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

© William Shakespeare