William Shakespeare Poems

  • 351.  
    Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
    Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
  • 352.  
    Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
    Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
  • 353.  
    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,
  • 354.  
    Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
    Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore,
  • 355.  
    Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
    The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd; But then begins a journey in my head
  • 356.  
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  • 358.  
    story from a sistering vale,
    My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
  • 359.  
  • 360.  
    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,
  • 361.  
    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
  • 362.  
    Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
    So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside
  • 363.  
    That you were once unkind befriends me now,
    And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow,
  • 364.  
    Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
    [ ] these rebel powers that thee array; Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
  • 365.  
    Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not,
    When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
  • 366.  
    Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
    Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill,
  • 367.  
    O never say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:As easy might I from myself depart
  • 368.  
    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,
  • 369.  
    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,
  • 370.  
    Crabbed Age and Youth
    Cannot live together:Youth is full of pleasance,
  • 371.  
    Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
    Full character'd with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain
  • 372.  
    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,
  • 373.  
    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
  • 374.  
    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,
  • 375.  
    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,
  • 376.  
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
  • 377.  
    cold fear thrills through my veins
    That almost freezes up the heat of life:I'll call them back again to comfort me;--
  • 378.  
    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.
  • 379.  
    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?
  • 380.  
    The other two, slight air and purging fire,
    Are both with thee, wherever I abide;The first my thought, the other my desire,
  • 381.  
    Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep:
    A maid of Dian's this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
  • 382.  
    My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
    While comments of your praise, richly compiled, Reserve their character with golden quill
  • 383.  
    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,
  • 384.  
    Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
    The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,Will play the tyrants to the very same
  • 385.  
    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
  • 386.  
    O, never say that I was false of heart,
    Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart
  • 387.  
    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,
  • 388.  
    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;
  • 389.  
    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,
  • 390.  
    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,
  • 391.  
    O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,
    The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provide
  • 392.  
    As a decrepit father takes delight
    To see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
  • 393.  
    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,
  • 394.  
    From fairest creatures we desire increase,
    That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease,
  • 395.  
    Full many a glorious morning have I seen
    Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
  • 396.  
    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,
  • 397.  
    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents
  • 398.  
    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,
  • 399.  
    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
  • 400.  
    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
Total 667 poems written by William Shakespeare

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 by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

GOD to his untaught children sent

Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,

The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,


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