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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what new to register,That may express my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?

Why is my verse so barren of new pride?So far from variation or quick change?Why with the time do I not glance asideTo new-found methods, and to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous dayAnd make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,Hiding thy brav'ry in..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cliv

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxvi

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 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse

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 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old

My glass shall not persuade me I am oldSo long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxxi

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,When not to be receives reproach of being,And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'dNot by our feeling..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 5: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame

Those hours, that with gentle work did frameThe lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 48: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxlv

Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'To me that languish'd for her sake;But when she saw my woeful..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 134: So, Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet C

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so longTo speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 4: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spendUpon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring

From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,That heavy Saturn..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Ci

O truant Muse, what shall be thy amendsFor thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?Both truth and beauty on my love depends;So dost thou too, and therein..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 78: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my use,And under thee their poesy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide

The forward violet thus did I chide:"Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love's breath? The purple prideWhich..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cii

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear:That love is merchandized whose rich esteemingThe..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 24: Mine Eye Hath Played The Painter And Hath Stelled

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 37: As A Decrepit Father Takes Delight

As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain

Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one;So shall those blots that do with me remain,Without thy help, by me be..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse

So is it not with me as with that muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven it self for ornament doth useAnd every fair with his fair..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 145:

Those lips that Love's own hand did makeBreath'd forth the sound that said I hateTo me that languish'd for her sake:But when she saw my woeful..

© William Shakespeare