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 15:

When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cv

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 85: My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,While comments of your praise, richly compiled,Reserve their character with golden quill,And precious..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem

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 84: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More

Who is it that says most, which can say more,Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you,In whose confine immurèd is the storeWhich should..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow's Eye

Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,That thou consum'st thy self in single life?Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee like..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Ciii

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 Cl

O, from what power hast thou this powerful mightWith insufficiency my heart to sway?To make me give the lie to my true sight,And swear that..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 39: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,When thou art all the better part of me?What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?And what is't but..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 107:

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Suppos'd as forfeit..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 135: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will

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 making..

© William Shakespeare

Now The Hungry Lion Roars

From "A Midsummer-Night's Dream," Act V. Scene 2PUCK sings:NOW the hungry lion roars,And the wolf behowls the moon;Whilst the heavy ploughman..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxix

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears,Still losing when I..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 51: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence

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..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cix

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

© William Shakespeare

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

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cvii: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soulOf the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,Suppos'd as forfeit..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxv

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 Cviii

What's in the brain that ink may characterWhich hath not figured to thee my true spirit?What's new to speak, what new to register,That may express my..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 76: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?

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 34: Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day

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

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cliv

The little Love-god lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keepCame tripping by;..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxvi

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..

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Sonnet 86: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you,That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,Making their..

© William Shakespeare

Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old

My glass shall not persuade me I am oldSo long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days..

© William Shakespeare