Poet William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare Poems

  • 251.  
    Those lips that Love's own hand did make
    Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd for her sake;
  • 252.  
    Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
    Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
  • 253.  
    How like a winter hath my absence been
    From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
  • 254.  
    Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
    In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
  • 255.  
    O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
    The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide
  • 256.  
    Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
    Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be
  • 257.  
    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds,
  • 258.  
    WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
    I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rime
  • 259.  
    No longer mourn for me when I am dead
    Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled
  • 260.  
    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,
  • 261.  
    Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
    So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before,
  • 262.  
    Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
    The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very same
  • 263.  
    Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
    Which like two spirits do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair,
  • 264.  
    Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
    And I will comment upon that offence;Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
  • 265.  
    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,
  • 266.  
    Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
    That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth
  • 267.  
    But wherefore do not you a mightier way
    Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay
  • 268.  
    How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
    Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
  • 269.  
    The forward violet thus did I chide:
    "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
  • 270.  
    O, how I faint when I of you do write,
    Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
  • 271.  
    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents
  • 272.  
    No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
    Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
  • 273.  
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
  • 274.  
    From fairest creatures we desire increase,
    That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease,
  • 275.  
    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,
  • 276.  
    As a decrepit father takes delight
    To see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
  • 277.  
    O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
    The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provide
  • 278.  
    So am I as the rich, whose blessed key
    Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey,
  • 279.  
    Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
    To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
  • 280.  
    O, lest the world should task you to recite
    What merit lived in me that you should loveAfter my death, dear love, forget me quite;
  • 281.  
    From you have I been absent in the spring,
    When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
  • 282.  
    O, never say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart
  • 283.  
    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 brow
  • 284.  
    Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
    The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very same
  • 285.  
    When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,
    And place my merit in the eye of scorn, Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,
  • 286.  
    My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
    While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden quill
  • 287.  
    Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
    A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
  • 288.  
    The other two, slight air and purging fire,
    Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,
  • 289.  
    Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
    Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
  • 290.  
    Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
    That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die.
  • 291.  
    cold fear thrills through my veins
    That almost freezes up the heat of life:I'll call them back again to comfort me;--
  • 292.  
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
  • 293.  
    Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
    And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind,
  • 294.  
    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,
  • 295.  
    If thou survive my well-contented day
    When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
  • 296.  
    When I do count the clock that tells the time,
    And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,
  • 297.  
    Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
    Full character'd with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain
  • 298.  
    Crabbed Age and Youth
    Cannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,
  • 299.  
    Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
    Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,Can yet the lease of my true love control,
  • 300.  
    My glass shall not persuade me I am old
    So long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee Time's furrows I behold,
Total 513 poems written by William Shakespeare

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