Carpe Diem – William Shakespeare

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty…

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Bridal Song – William Shakespeare

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour faint, Daisies smell-less, yet most…

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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind – William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although…

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Aubade – William Shakespeare

HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings, And Phoebus ‘gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And…

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A Lover’s Complaint – William Shakespeare

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down…

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 A Fairy Song – William Shakespeare

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon’s sphere;…

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Complete Collection of Shakespeare’s Sonnets

Complete Collection of Shakespeare’s Sonnets RumiBalkhi.Com From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by…

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From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase By William Shakespeare

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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Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen By William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams…

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Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is By William Shakespeare

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,…

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So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life By William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I…

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So Now I Have Confessed That He Is Thine By William Shakespeare

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine…

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Whoever Hath Her Wish Thou Hast Thy Will By William Shakespeare

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus; More than enough am I that vexed thee still,…

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If There Be Nothing New But That Which Is By William Shakespeare

If there be nothing new, but that which is Hath been before, how are our brains beguil’d, Which labouring for invention bear amiss The second…

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I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse By William Shakespeare

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook The dedicated words which writers use Of their fair subject,…

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Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments By William Shakespeare

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone,…

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That Thou Hast Her It Is Not All My Grief By William Shakespeare

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…

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What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears By William Shakespeare

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing…

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But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away By William Shakespeare

But do thy worst to steal thyself away, For term of life thou art assured mine; And life no longer than thy love will stay,…

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Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore By William Shakespeare

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,…

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O! That You Were Your Self But Love You Are By William Shakespeare

O! that you were your self; but, love, you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should…

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Those Hours That With Gentle Work Did Frame By William Shakespeare

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And…

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When Thou Shalt Be Disposed To Set Me Light By William Shakespeare

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,…

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Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan By William Shakespeare

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! Is’t not enough to torture me…

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Music To Hear Why Hear’st Thou Music Sadly By William Shakespeare

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not…

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Since I Left You Mine Eye Is In My Mind By William Shakespeare

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…

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Tired With All These For Restful Death I Cry By William Shakespeare

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity, And purest faith…

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Accuse Me Thus That I Have Scanted All By William Shakespeare

Accuse me thus that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call, Whereto all bonds…

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Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing By William Shakespeare

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…

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O Truant Muse What Shall Be Thy Amends By William Shakespeare

O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So…

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That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold By William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the…

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When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow By William Shakespeare

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…

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If Thou Survive My Well-Contented Day By William Shakespeare

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 These poor…

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Like As To Make Our Appetites More Keen By William Shakespeare

Like as, to make our appetites more keen, With eager compounds we our palate urge; As, to prevent our maladies unseen, We sicken to shun…

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O! Lest The World Should Task You To Recite By William Shakespeare

O! lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death,–dear love, forget me quite,…

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Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie By William Shakespeare

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…

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Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid By William Shakespeare

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decayed, And my…

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How Oft When Thou My Music Music Play’st By William Shakespeare

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 The wiry…

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My Love Is Strengthened Though More Weak In Seeming By William Shakespeare

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear; That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,…

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So Am I As The Rich Whose Blessed Key By William Shakespeare

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,…

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Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear By William Shakespeare

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear, And…

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How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way By William Shakespeare

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,…

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As An Unperfect Actor On The Stage By William Shakespeare

As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,…

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O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head By William Shakespeare

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or, if they have, where is my judgment…

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That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now By William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless…

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What’s In The Brain That Ink May Character By William Shakespeare

What’s in the brain that ink may character Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit? What’s new to speak, what now to register,…

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A Woman’s Face With Nature’s Own Hand Painted By William Shakespeare

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting…

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If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near By William Shakespeare

If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will, And will, thy soul knows,…

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Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make By William Shakespeare

Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, From hence your memory death cannot take, Although…

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Those Lips That Love’s Own Hand Did Make By William Shakespeare

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’, To me that languished for her sake: But when…

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When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth By William Shakespeare

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…

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Alas! ’tis True I Have Gone Here And There By William Shakespeare

Alas! ’tis true, I have gone here and there, And made my self a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what…

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My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old By William Shakespeare

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…

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So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse By William Shakespeare

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use…

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Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed By William Shakespeare

Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed…

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But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way By William Shakespeare

But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify your self in your decay With means more…

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How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame By William Shakespeare

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!…

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O Thou My Lovely Boy Who In Thy Power By William Shakespeare

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle, hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest…

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The Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame By William Shakespeare

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action: and till action, lust Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Savage,…

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Were’t Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy By William Shakespeare

Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which proves more short than…

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