Here you will Find all the Poems and Quotations Of William Shakespeare.
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to writeAbove a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?No, neither he, nor his compeers by nightGiving him aid, my verse astonishèd.He nor that affable familiar ghostWhich nightly gulls him with intelligence,As victors of…
Every elf and fairy spritehop as light as bird from brier.Now, until the break of dayThrough this house each fairy stray.
Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to eternity—Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave faculty by nature to subsist;Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf thee, thy record never can be missed.That poor retention could not so much hold,Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;Therefore…
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;They are but dressings of a former sight.Our dates are brief, and therefore we admireWhat thou dost foist upon us that is old,And rather make them born to our desireThan think that we before have heard them told.Thy registers and thee I both defy,Not wond’ring at the present, nor…
Can yet the lease of my true love control,Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured,And the sad augurs mock their own presage;Incertainties now crown themselves assured,And peace proclaims olives of endless age.Now with the drops of this most balmy timeMy love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,Since spite…
But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body’s work’s expirèd.For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,Looking on darkness which the blind do see;Save that my soul’s imaginary sightPresents thy shadow to my sightless view,Which like a jewel,…
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none lov’st is most evident;For thou art so possessed with murd’rous hate,That ‘gainst thy self thou stick’st not to conspire,Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinateWhich to repair should be thy chief desire.O, change thy thought, that I may change my mind!Shall hate be fairer…
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’stThe wiry concord that mine ear confounds,Do I envy those jacks that nimble leapTo kiss the tender inward of thy hand,Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!To be so tickled, they would change their stateAnd situation with those dancing…
One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blith and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto Hey nonny, nonny.Sing no more ditties, sing no moOf dumps so dull and heavy;The fraud of men was ever so,Since summer first was leavy.Then sigh not so,But…
Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fadeBut doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:Ding-dong.Hark! now I hear them,–ding-dong, bell.
