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THE POETICAL
WORKS OF
WILLIAM
SHAKESPEARE
-
- SONNETS
- From
fairest creatures we desire
increase
- When
forty winters shall besiege
thy brow
- Look
in thy glass, and tell the
face thou viewest
- Unthrifty
loveliness, why dost thou
spend
- Those
hours, that with gentle
work did frame
- Then
let not winter’s ragged
hand deface
- Lo!
in the orient when the gracious
light
- Music
to hear, why hear’st
thou music sadly?
- Is
it for fear to wet a widow’s
eye
- For
shame! deny that thou bear’st
love to any
- As
fast as thou shalt wane,
so fast thou grow’st
- When
I do count the clock that
tells the time
- O!
that you were yourself;
but, love you are
- Not
from the stars do I my judgment
pluck
- When
I consider every thing that
grows
- But
wherefore do not you a mightier
way
- Who
will believe my verse in
time to come
- Shall
I compare thee to a summer’s
day?
- Devouring
Time, blunt thou the lion’s
paws
- A
woman’s face with Nature’s
own hand painted
- So
is it not with me as with
that Muse
- My
glass shall not persuade
me I am old
- As
an unperfect actor on the
stage
- Mine
eye hath play’d the
painter and hath stell’d
- Let
those who are in favour
with their stars
- Lord
of my love, to whom in vassalage
- Weary
with toil, I haste me to
my bed
- How
can I then return in happy
plight
- When
in disgrace with fortune
and men’s eyes
- When
to the sessions of sweet
silent thought
- Thy
bosom is endeared with all
hearts
- If
thou survive my well-contented
day
- Full
many a glorious morning
have I seen
- Why
didst thou promise such
a beauteous day
- No
more be griev’d at
that which thou hast done
- Let
me confess that we two must
be twain
- As
a decrepit father takes
delight
- How
can my Muse want subject
to invent
- O!
how thy worth with manners
may I sing
- Take
all my loves, my love, yea,
take them all
- Those
pretty wrongs that liberty
commits
- That
thou hast her, it is not
all my grief
- When
most I wink, then do mine
eyes best see
- If
the dull substance of my
flesh were thought
- The
other two, slight air and
purging fire
- Mine
eye and heart are at a mortal
war
- Betwixt
mine eye and heart a league
is took
- How
careful was I when I took
my way
- Against
that time, if ever that
time come
- How
heavy do I journey on the
way
- Thus
can my love excuse the slow
offence
- So
am I as the rich, whose
blessed key
- What
is your substance, whereof
are you made
- O!
how much more doth beauty
beauteous seem
- Not
marble, nor the gilded monuments
- Sweet
love, renew thy force; be
it not said
- Being
your slave, what should
I do but tend
- That
god forbid that made me
first your slave
- If
there be nothing new, but
that which is
- Like
as the waves make towards
the pebbled shore
- Is
it thy will thy image should
keep open
- Sin
of self-love possesseth
all mine eye
- Against
my love shall be, as I am
now
- When
I have seen by Time’s
fell hand defac’d
- Since
brass, nor stone, nor earth,
nor boundless sea
- Tir’d
with all these, for restful
death I cry
- Ah!
wherefore with infection
should he live
- Thus
is his cheek the map of
days outworn
- Those
parts of thee that the world’s
eye doth view
- That
thou art blam’d shall
not be thy defect
- No
longer mourn for me when
I am dead
- O!
lest the world should task
you to recite
- That
time of year thou mayst
in me behold
- But
be contented: when that
fell arrest
- So
are you to my thoughts as
food to life
- Why
is my verse so barren of
new pride
- Thy
glass will show thee how
thy beauties wear
- So
oft have I invok’d
thee for my Muse
- Whilst
I alone did call upon thy
aid
- O!
how I faint when I of you
do write
- Or
I shall live your epitaph
to make
- I
grant thou wert not married
to my Muse
- I
never saw that you did painting
need
- Who
is it that says most? which
can say more
- My
tongue-tied Muse in manners
holds her still
- Was
it the proud full sail of
his great verse
- Farewell!
thou art too dear for my
possessing
- When
thou shalt be dispos’d
to set me light
- Say
that thou didst forsake
me for some fault
- Then
hate me when thou wilt;
if ever, now
- Some
glory in their birth, some
in their skill
- But
do thy worst to steal thyself
away
- So
shall I live, supposing
thou art true
- They
that have power to hurt
and will do none
- How
sweet and lovely dost thou
make the shame
- Some
say thy fault is youth,
some wantonness
- How
like a winter hath my absence
been
- From
you have I been absent in
the spring
- The
forward violet thus did
I chide
- Where
art thou, Muse, that thou
forget’st so long
- O
truant Muse, what shall
be thy amends
- My
love is strengthen’d,
though more weak in seeming
- Alack!
what poverty my Muse brings
forth
- To
me, fair friend, you never
can be old
- Let
not my love be call’d
idolatry
- When
in the chronicle of wasted
time
- Not
mine own fears, nor the
prophetic soul
- What
’s in the brain, that
ink may character
- O!
never say that I was false
of heart
- Alas!
’tis true I have gone
here and there
- O!
for my sake do you with
Fortune chide
- Your
love and pity doth the impression
fill
- Since
I left you, mine eye is
in my mind
- Or
whether doth my mind, being
crown’d with you
- Those
lines that I before have
writ do lie
- Let
me not to the marriage of
true minds
- Accuse
me thus: that I have scanted
all
- Like
as, to make our appetites
more keen
- What
potions have I drunk of
Siren tears
- That
you were once unkind befriends
me now
- ’Tis
better to be vile than vile
esteem’d
- Thy
gift, thy tables, are within
my brain
- No,
Time, thou shalt not boast
that I do change
- If
my dear love were but the
child of state
- Were
’t aught to me I bore
the canopy
- O
thou, my lovely boy, who
in thy power
- In
the old age black was not
counted fair
- How
oft when thou, my music,
music play’st
- The
expense of spirit in a waste
of shame
- My
mistress’ eyes are
nothing like the sun
- Thou
art as tyrannous, so as
thou art
- Thine
eyes I love, and they, as
pitying me
- Beshrew
that heart that makes my
heart to groan
- So,
now I have confess’d
that he is thine
- Whoever
hath her wish, thou hast
thy Will
- If
thy soul check thee that
I come so near
- Thou
blind fool, Love, what dost
thou to mine eyes
- When
my love swears that she
is made of truth
- O!
call not me to justify the
wrong
- Be
wise as thou art cruel;
do not press
- In
faith, I do not love thee
with mine eyes
- Love
is my sin, and thy dear
virtue hate
- Lo,
as a careful housewife runs
to catch
- Two
loves I have of comfort
and despair
- Those
lips that Love’s own
hand did make
- Poor
soul, the centre of my sinful
earth
- My
love is as a fever, longing
still
- O
me! what eyes hath Love
put in my head
- Canst
thou, O cruel! say I love
thee not
- O!
from what power hast thou
this powerful might
- Love
is too young to know what
conscience is
- In
loving thee thou know’st
I am forsworn
- Cupid
laid by his brand and fell
asleep
- The
little Love-god lying once
asleep
- A LOVER’S
COMPLAINT
THE PASSIONATE
PILGRIM
- When
my love swears that she
is made of truth
- Two
loves I have of comfort
and despair
- Did
not the heavenly rhetoric
of thine eye
- Sweet
Cytherea, sitting by a brook
- If
love make me forsworn, how
shall I swear to love?
- Scarce
had the sun dried up the
dewy morn
- Fair
is my love, but not so fair
as fickle
- If
music and sweet poetry agree
- Fair
was the morn when the fair
queen of love
- Sweet
rose, fair flower, untimely
pluck’d, soon vaded
- Venus,
with young Adonis sitting
by her
- Crabbed
age and youth cannot live
together
- Beauty
is but a vain and doubtful
good
- Good
night, good rest. Ah! neither
be my share
- SONNETS TO
SUNDRY
NOTES OF
MUSIC
- It
was a lording’s daughter,
the fairest one of three
- On
a day, alack the day!
- My
flocks feed not
- Whenas
thine eye hath chose the
dame
- Live
with me, and be my love
- As
it fell upon a day
- THE
PHOENIX AND
THE TURTLE
Craig, W.J., ed. 1914.
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