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The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
The Rival Poet Sonnets (78 - 86)
LXXVIII
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pe…
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
The Procreation Sonnets (1 - 17)
I
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper sh…
The Blossom
The Blossom
ON a day--alack the day!--
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velv…
The Passionate Pilgrim
The Passionate Pilgrim
I.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some unt…
Take, O take those Lips away
Take, O take those Lips away
TAKE, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead …
St. Crispin’s Day Speech: from Henry V
St. Crispin’s Day Speech: from Henry V
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
Spring
Spring
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight…
Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnets XXX: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the…
Sonnets XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Sonnets XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do sh…
Sonnets XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
Sonnets XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And troubl…
Sonnets xv
Sonnets xv
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old;
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters cold
H…
Sonnets xvii
Sonnets xvii
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify!
As easy might I from myself depart,
As from my soul,…
Sonnets xix
Sonnets xix
TH' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savag…
Sonnets xiii
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 everyth…
Sonnets x
Sonnets x
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 …
Sonnets xi
Sonnets xi
THEY that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
…
Sonnets to the Sundry Notes of Music
Sonnets to the Sundry Notes of Music
I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
That liked of her master as well as well might be,
T…
Sonnets vii
Sonnets vii
BEING your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor servi…
Sonnets LIII: What is your substance, whereof are you made
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?
Si…
Sonnets iv
Sonnets iv
THY bosom is endeared with all hearts
Which I, by lacking, have supposed dead:
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And a…
Sonnets ii
Sonnets ii
WHEN, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And …
Sonnets CXXIX: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Sonnets CXXIX: Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, …
Sonnets CXLVI: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
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 t…
Sonnet XXXVIII: How Can My Muse Want Subject to Invent
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 verse
Thine …