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 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

Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame

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 140: Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,Lest sorrow lend me words and words expressThe manner of my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 143: Lo, As A Careful Huswife Runs To Catch

Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catchOne of her feathered creatures broke away,Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the..

© William Shakespeare

The Phoenix And The Turtle

Let the bird of loudest lay,On the sole Arabian tree,Herald sad and trumpet be,To whose sound chaste wings obey.But thou, shrieking harbinger,Foul..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 150: O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might

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 49: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come

Against that time, if ever that time come,When I shall see thee frown on my defects,When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,Called to that audit by..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimmed in jollity,And purest faith unhappily..

© William Shakespeare

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty's rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,Will be a tattered..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 112: Your Love And Pity Doth Th' Impression Fill

Your love and pity doth th' impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'ergreen my..

© William Shakespeare

Now, My Co-Mates And Brothers In Exile

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,Hath not old customs make this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 107: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 123: No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.Thy pyramids built up with newer mightTo me are nothing novel, nothing strange;They are but dressings..

© William Shakespeare

A Doubt If It Be Us

859A doubt if it be UsAssists the staggering MindIn an extremer AnguishUntil it footing find.An Unreality is lent,A merciful MirageThat makes the..

© Emily Dickinson