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 87: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing
Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing,And like enough thou know'st thy estimate,The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;My bonds in..
© William Shakespeare
When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxvi: Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds
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 144: Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,Which like two spirits do suggest me still:The better angel is a man right fair,The worser spirit a woman..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 75: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;And for the peace of you I hold such strifeAs 'twixt a miser..
© William Shakespeare
When That I Was And A Little Tiny Boy
When that I was and a little tiny boy,With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,A foolish thing was but a toy,For the rain it raineth every day.But when I..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 28: How Can I Then Return In Happy Plight
How can I then return in happy plightThat am debarred the benefit of rest?When day's oppression is not eased by night,But day by night, and night by..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 15: When I Consider Every Thing That Grows
When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment.That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in..
© William Shakespeare
Witches Chant (From Macbeth)
Round about the couldron go:In the poisones entrails throw.Toad,that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSweated venom sleeping got,Boil..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 10: For Shame, Deny That Thou Bear'st Love To Any
For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to anyWho for thy self art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 113: Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function, and is partly blind,Seems seeing, but..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars
Let those who are in favour with their starsOf public honour and proud titles boast,Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,Unlooked for joy in..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,Have from the..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 142: Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving,O, but with mine, compare thou thine own state,And thou shalt find..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time
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 103: Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth
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 151: Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is
Love is too young to know what conscience is;Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,Lest guilty of my..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 101: O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends
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 106: When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead, and..
© William Shakespeare
Sonet Liv
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 105: Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry
Let not my love be called idolatry,Nor my belovèd as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come
Who will believe my verse in time to comeIf it were filled with your most high deserts?Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tombWhich hides your..
© William Shakespeare
That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold (Sonnet 73)
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart
O, never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.As easy might I from my self departAs from my soul which in thy..
© William Shakespeare