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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Hark! Hark! the Lark

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic’d flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!

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If my dear love were but the child… It might for Fortune’s bastard be… As subject to Time’s love or to T… Weeds among weeds, or flowers with… No, it was builded far from accide…
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Portrait of a Venetian Woman, by Albrecht Dürer
Sonnet II: When forty winters shall beseige thy brow

When forty winters shall beseige 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…
The Life of King Henry the Fifth: Act 1, Prologue

Enter Chorus O for a Muse of fire, that would… The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to… And monarchs to behold the swellin…
Sonnet CXLIII: Lo, as a Careful Houswife Runs to Catch

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to… One of her feather’d creatures bro… Sets down her babe, and makes all… In pursuit of the thing she would… Whilst her neglected child holds h…
Sonnet CXXXVI

If thy soul cheque thee that I co… Swear to thy blind soul that I wa… And will, thy soul knows, is admit… Thus far for love my love-suit, sw… 'Will’ will fulfil the treasure of…
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Sonnet LI: Thus Can my Love Excuse the Slow Offence

Thus can my love excuse the slow o… Of my dull bearer, when from thee… From where thou art, why should I… Till I return, of posting is no n… O, what excuse will my poor beast…
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Dirge

COME away, come away, death,    And in sad cypres let me be lai… Fly away, fly away, breath;    I am slain by a fair cruel maid… My shroud of white, stuck all with…
Sonnet CXXIX: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame

The expense of spirit in a waste o… Is lust in action; and till action… Is perjured, murderous, bloody, fu… Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not… Enjoy’d no sooner but despised str…
Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Not marble, nor the gilded monumen… Of princes, shall outlive this pow… But you shall shine more bright in… Than unswept stone besmear’d with… When wasteful war shall statues ov…
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Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stell’d

Mine eye hath played the painter a… Thy beauty’s form in table of my h… My body is the frame wherein ’tis… And perspective that is best paint… For through the painter must you s…
Sonnet 20: a Woman’s Face With Nature’s Own Hand Painted

A woman’s face with Nature’s own… Hast thou, the master-mistress of… A woman’s gentle heart, but not ac… With shifting change, as is false… An eye more bright than theirs, le…
The Passionate Pilgrim

When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unskilful in the world’s false for… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
Not From the Stars Do I my Judgment Pluck (Sonnet 14)

Not from the stars do I my judgme… And yet methinks I have astronomy… But not to tell of good or evil lu… Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons… Nor can I fortune to brief minute…
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Sonnet LXXXI: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph to Make

Or I shall live your epitaph to m… Or you survive when I in earth am… From hence your memory death canno… Although in me each part will be f… Your name from hence immortal life…
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