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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

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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 winking Mary-buds begin
   To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
   My lady sweet, arise!
   Arise, arise!

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Altre opere di William Shakespeare...
Sonnet LIX: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is

If there be nothing new, but that… Hath been before, how are our brai… Which, labouring for invention bea… The second burthen of a former chi… O, that record could with a backwa…
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Dirge of the Three Queens

URNS and odours bring away!    Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dy…    Balms and gums and heavy cheers…    Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
Sonnet CLIII: Cupid Laid by His Brand and Fell Asleep

Cupid laid by his brand and fell a… A maid of Dian’s this advantage f… And his love-kindling fire did qui… In a cold valley-fountain of that… Which borrowed from this holy fire…
Sonnet XCIII: So shall I live, supposing thou art true

So shall I live, supposing thou a… Like a deceived husband; so love’s… May still seem love to me, though… Thy looks with me, thy heart in ot… For there can live no hatred in th…
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Sonnet CVIII: What’s in the Brain That Ink May Character

What’s in the brain that ink may c… Which hath not figured to thee my… What’s new to speak, what now to r… That may express my love, or thy d… Nothing, sweet boy, but yet, like…
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Sonnet XXXV

No more be grieved at that which t… Roses have thorns, and silver foun… Clouds and eclipses stain both moo… And loathsome canker lives in swee… All men make faults, and even I i…
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Sonnet XXXVIII: How Can my Muse Want Subject to Invent

How can my Muse want subject to i… While thou dost breathe, that pour… Thine own sweet argument, too exce… For every vulgar paper to rehearse… O, give thyself the thanks, if aug…
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Sonnet CXXXVII: Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou to Mine Eyes

Thou blind fool, Love, what dost… That they behold and see not what… They know what beauty is, see wher… Yet what the best is, take the wor… If eyes corrupt by overpartial loo…
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Sonnet XXXIII: Full many a Glorious Morning have I Seen

Full many a glorious morning have… Flatter the mountain-tops with sov… Kissing with golden face the meado… Gilding pale streams with heavenly… Anon permit the basest clouds to r…
The Blossom

ON a day—alack the day!— Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind
Sonnet LXX

That thou art blamed shall not be… For slander’s mark was ever yet th… The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven’s swee… So thou be good, slander doth but…
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Now, my Co

Now, my co-mates and brothers in e… Hath not old customs make this lif… Than that of painted pomp? Are no… More free from peril than the envi… Here feel we not the penalty of A…
Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow

When forty winters shall besiege t… And dig deep trenches in thy beaut… Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed… Will be a tatter’d weed, of small… Then being ask’d where all thy bea…
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Sonnet LXXVII: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear

Thy glass will show thee how thy b… Thy dial how thy precious minutes… These vacant leaves thy mind’s imp… And of this book, this learning ma… The wrinkles which thy glass will…
Winter

When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his n… And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail… When blood is nipp’d and ways be f…
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