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 Lxxvi
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 Xcvi
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;Both grace and faults are loved of more and less;Thou..
© William Shakespeare
Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslip's bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.On the bat's back I do fly.After summer merrily:Merrily..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxxxviii
When my love swears that she is made of truthI do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor'd youth,Unlearned in the..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxxi
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;From hence your memory death cannot take,Although in me each part will..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxii
O, lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit lived in me, that you should loveAfter my death, dear love, forget me quite,For you in me can..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet 7: “lo In The Orient When The Gracious Light…”
Lo in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets Liii: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
What is your substance, whereof are you made,That millions of strange shadows on you tend?Since everyone hath, everyone, one shade,And you, but one..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xc
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 Cxxxiii
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
Sonnets Xiii
FROM you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,That heavy Saturn..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Iv: 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 Vi
Then let not winter's ragged hand defaceIn thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some placeWith beauty's..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xi
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growestIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowestThou..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnets Vi
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 odour..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xliii
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxiv
But be contented: when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away,My life hath in this line some interest,Which for memorial still with..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxxiv
Who is it that says most? which can say moreThan this rich praise, that you alone are you?In whose confine immured is the storeWhich should example..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xlvii
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,And each doth good turns now unto the other:When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,Or heart in love..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxii
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eyeAnd all my soul and all my every part;And for this sin there is no remedy,It is so grounded inward in my..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Lxxiii
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 ruin'd..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxxxix
O, call not me to justify the wrongThat thy unkindness lays upon my heart;Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;Use power with power and..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Xxvi
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written embassage,To witness duty, not to show my..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet Cxxxv
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;More than enough am I that vex thee still,To thy sweet will..
© William Shakespeare
Sonnet X
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thyself art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none..
© William Shakespeare