Fairy Land i (William Shakespeare Poems)
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone's sphere; And ...
OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moone's sphere; And ...
Crabbed Age and YouthCannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,Age is full of care;Youth like summer morn,Age like winter weather;Youth ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Coral is far more red than her lips’ red, If snow be ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake ...
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose ...
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul and all my every part; And for this sin ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy ...
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lovest thou ...
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck; And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of ...
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, ...
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all ...
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of ...
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old; For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such ...
ON a day--alack the day!-- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton ...
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose ...
Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn; When hours have drain'd ...
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien ...
For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou ...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth ...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the ...
If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune ...
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead: And there reigns Love, and all ...
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in ...
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