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 11: As Fast As Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow'st
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stIn one of thine, from that which thou departest,And that fresh blood which youngly thou..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 31: Thy Bosom Is EndearÈD With All Hearts
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,And all those friends..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire?I have no precious time at all to spend,Nor services to do, till..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets 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 126: O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy powerDost hold Time's fickle glass his fickle hour;Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'stThy lovers..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 108: What's In The Brain That Ink May Character
What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what now to register,That may express my..
© William Shakespeare
The Blossom
ON a day--alack the day!--Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air:Through the velvet leaves the windAll..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 115: Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie
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
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 152: In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith tornIn vowing new..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,And burn..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Thou Music Sadly?
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,Or..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 153: Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell Asleep
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 111: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 118: Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen
Like as to make our appetite more keenWith eager compounds we our palate urge,As to prevent our maladies unseen,We sicken to shun sickness when we..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 119: What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,Still losing when I..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 114: Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With You
Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,And that your..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 94: They That Have Power To Hurt And Will Do None
They that have power to hurt and will do none,That do not do the thing, they most do show,Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,Unmovèd, cold..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 27: Weary With Toil, I Haste Me To My Bed
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body's..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 147: My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 146: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,My sinful earth these rebel powers array,Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,Painting thy outward..
© William Shakespeare
Spring And Winter
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 132: Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,Have put on black, and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty..
© William Shakespeare