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 Lxxvii

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,And of this..

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The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)

LXXVIIISo oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy..

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Sonnet Cxxxvii

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,That they behold, and see not what they see?They know what beauty is, see where it lies,Yet what..

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Sonnet Xxvii

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;But then begins a journey in my head,To work my mind, when body's..

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Sonnet Xcvii

How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!What old..

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The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)

IFrom 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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Sonnets I

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..

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Sonnet 70:That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect…

That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair,The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's..

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Sonnet Xxxviii: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar..

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Sonnet Vii

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..

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Sonnet Xxxii: If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day

If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude..

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Sonnet L

How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek, my weary travel's end,Doth teach that ease and that repose to say'Thus far the miles are measured..

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Sonnet Ii: 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 tatter'd..

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The Canakin Clink Pub Song (From 'Othello')

And let me the canakin clink, clink;And let me the canakin clinkA soldier's a man;A life's but a span;Why, then, let a soldier drink.

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Sonnet Iii: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewestNow is the time that face should form another;Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,Thou dost..

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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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