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 32: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day

If thou survive my well-contented dayWhen that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 38: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

How can my Muse want subject to inventWhile thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxli

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,For they in thee a thousand errors note;But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,Who in despite of..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 6: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface

Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty's treasure..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxviii

Like as, to make our appetites more keen,With eager compounds we our palate urge,As, to prevent our maladies unseen,We sicken to shun sickness when..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,From hence your memory death cannot take,Although in me each part will..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxlvi

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

Sonnet 15:

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 Cv

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seemBy that sweet ornament which truth doth give!The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deemFor that sweet..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More

Who is it that says most, which can say more,Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you,In whose confine immurèd is the storeWhich should..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,That thou consum'st thy self in single life?Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee like..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Ciii

Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her pride,The argument all bare is of more worthThan when it hath my added..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cl

O, from what power hast thou this powerful mightWith insufficiency my heart to sway?To make me give the lie to my true sight,And swear that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 39: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,When thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?And what is't but..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 107:

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,Suppos'd as forfeit..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will,And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;More than enough am I that vex thee still,To thy sweet will making..

© William Shakespeare

Now The Hungry Lion Roars

From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream," Act V. Scene 2PUCK sings:NOW the hungry lion roars,And the wolf behowls the moon;Whilst the heavy ploughman..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxix

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,Still losing when I..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence

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

Sonnet Cix

O, never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.As easy might I from myself departAs from my soul, which in thy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 63: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now

Against my love shall be, as I am now,With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;When hours have drained his blood and filled his browWith lines..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cvii: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul

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,Suppos'd as forfeit..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxv

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Even those that said I could not love you dearer:Yet then my judgment knew no reason whyMy most full flame..

© William Shakespeare