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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Twelve O’Clock

Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.
 
Now, until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray.

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Otras obras de William Shakespeare...
Sonnet CXXXV: Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast t… And Will to boot, and Will in ove… More than enough am I that vex th… To thy sweet will making addition… Wilt thou, whose will is large and…
Sonnet LXXIV: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest

But be contented when that fell ar… Without all bail shall carry me aw… My life hath in this line some int… Which for memorial still with thee… When thou reviewest this, thou dos…
Sonnet XCV: How Sweet and Lovely Dost Thou Make the Shame

How sweet and lovely dost thou mak… Which, like a canker in the fragra… Doth spot the beauty of thy buddin… O, in what sweets dost thou thy si… That tongue that tells the story o…
Hark! Hark! the Lark

Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s g… And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those sprin… On chalic’d flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin
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Sonnet XXIV: Mine Eye Hath Played the Painter and Hath Stelled

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 it is best painter… For through the painter must you s…
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Orpheus With His Lute Made Trees

Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers
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 VII

Lo! in the orient when the graciou… Lifts up his burning head, each un… Doth homage to his new-appearing s… Serving with looks his sacred maje… And having climb’d the steep-up he…
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Sonnet XCIX: The forward violet thus did I chide

The forward violet thus did I chi… Sweet thief, whence didst thou ste… If not from my love’s breath? The… Which on thy soft cheek for comple… In my love’s veins thou hast too g…
Sonnet XXV: Let Those Who Are in Favour With Their Stars

Let those who are in favour with t… Of public honour and proud titles… Whilst I, whom fortune of such tr… Unlooked for joy in that I honour… Great princes’ favourites their fa…
Sonnet CXLVI: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful… These rebel powers that thee array… Why dost thou pine within and suff… Painting thy outward walls so cost… Why so large cost, having so short…
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Sonnet LXXXIII: I never saw that you did painting need

I never saw that you did painting… And therefore to your fair no pain… I found, or thought I found, you… The barren tender of a poet’s debt… And therefore have I slept in you…
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Sonnet XLVII: Betwixt Mine Eye and Heart a League Is Took

Betwixt mine eye and heart a leagu… And each doth good turns now unto… When that mine eye is famished for… Or heart in love with sighs himsel… With my love’s picture then my eye…
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HARK! hark! the lark at heaven’s…    And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those sprin…    On chaliced flowers that lie… And winking Mary-buds begin
Sonnet XX: 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…
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