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").

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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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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