William Shakespeare Poems

  • 151.  
    Love is too young to know what conscience is;
    Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
  • 152.  
    In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn,
    But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn
  • 153.  
    Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
    A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
  • 154.  
    The little love god lying once asleep
    Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
  • 155.  
    Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
    Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
  • 156.  
    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus ‘gins arise,His steeds to water at those springs
  • 157.  
    Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
    Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude;
  • 158.  
    Roses, their sharp spines being gone,
    Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue;
  • 159.  
    Come away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypres let me be laid;Fly away, fly away, breath;
  • 160.  
    Urns and odours bring away!
    Vapours, sighs, darken the day!Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
  • 161.  
    Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale,
  • 162.  
    You spotted snakes with double tongue,
    Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
  • 163.  
    Come unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,-
  • 164.  
    Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.
  • 165.  
    Full fathom five thy father lies;
    Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:
  • 166.  
    Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
    Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,
  • 167.  
    It was a lover and his lass,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
  • 168.  
    Tell me where is Fancy bred,
    Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourishèd?
  • 169.  
    Orpheus with his lute made trees
    And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing:
  • 170.  
    Who is Silvia? What is she?
    That all our swains commend her?Holy, fair, and wise is she;
  • 171.  
    When daisies pied and violets blue,
    And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
  • 172.  
    When icicles hang by the wall,
    And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,And Tom bears logs into the hall,
  • 173.  
    O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
    O, stay and hear! your true love 's coming, That can sing both high and low:
  • 174.  
    Take, O take those lips away,
    That so sweetly were forsworn;And those eyes, the break of day,
  • 175.  
    On a day-alack the day!-
    Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fair
  • 176.  
    Let the bird of loudest lay
    On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be,
  • 177.  
    Amiens sings: Under the greenwood tree,
    Who loves to lie with me,And turn his merry note
  • 178.  
    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 every thing,
  • 179.  
    O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem
    By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
  • 180.  
    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,
  • 181.  
    Orpheus with his lute made trees,
    And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing:
  • 182.  
    Round about the couldron go:
    In the poisones entrails throw.Toad,that under cold stone
  • 183.  
    That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
    And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
  • 184.  
    Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
    How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
  • 185.  

  • 186.  
    The other two, slight air and purging fire,
    Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire,
  • 187.  
    How careful was I, when I took my way,
    Each trifle under truest bars to thrust, That to my use it might unused stay
  • 188.  
    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,
  • 189.  
    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 why
  • 190.  
    Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
    Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take,
  • 191.  
    O, call not me to justify the wrong
    That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
  • 192.  
    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,
  • 193.  
    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springs
  • 194.  
    How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
    Upon that blessèd wood whose motion soundsWith thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
  • 195.  
    Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts,
    Which I by lacking have supposèd dead,And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
  • 196.  
    Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
    My verse alone had all thy gentle grace, But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
  • 197.  

  • 198.  
    Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
    Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
  • 199.  
    WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought
    I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
  • 200.  
    When that I was and a little tiny boy,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,A foolish thing was but a toy,
Total 513 poems written by William Shakespeare

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Union Square
 by Sara Teasdale

With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a snowflake falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear

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