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").

William Shakespeare Epitaph

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Sonnet Xxx: When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought

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..

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Sonnets Xx

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..

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Sonnets Xvi

WHEN in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rimeIn praise of Ladies dead and lovely..

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Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase

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..

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Sonnet 2:

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 tatter'd..

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Sonnet Li

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..

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Sonnets Xix: 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..

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Sonnets Iv

THY bosom is endeared with all heartsWhich I, by lacking, have supposed dead:And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,And all those friends..

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Sonnet Lxi

Is it thy will thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,While shadows like to thee..

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Sonnets Cxlvi: Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth

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..

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Sonnets Xix

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..

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Sonnet Xxxiv

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

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Sonnet Xxxvii

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..

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Sonnets Ix

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..

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From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder,Swelling on either side to..

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Sonnets Xvii

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

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Sonnets Lx: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'D Shor

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent..

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The Passionate Pilgrim

I.When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor'd youth,Unskilful in..

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Sonnets Xxxiii: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen

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

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Sonnet Lxxxii

I grant thou wert not married to my MuseAnd therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookThe dedicated words which writers useOf their fair subject..

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Sonnet Xlv

The other two, slight air and purging fire,Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,These present-absent with..

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

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

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Sonnets Xv

TO me, fair friend, you never can be old;For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters coldHave from the..

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Sonnets Xxv: 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,Unlook'd for joy in..

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