Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moone’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
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Sonnet 20: A Woman’s Face With Nature’s Own Hand Painted by William Shakespeare
A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand paintedHast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls…
The Procreation Sonnets by William Shakespeare
I From fairest creatures we desire increase,That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,But as the riper should by time decease,His tender heir might bear his memory:But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,Making a famine where abundance lies,Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:Thou that art…
Sonnet Cxi: O, For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide by William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds.Thence comes it that my name receives a brand,And almost thence my nature is subduedTo what it works in, like the dyer’s hand:Pity me then and wish I…
Sonnet 71 by William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThen you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it; for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be…
Sonnet Lxx by William Shakespeare
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.So thou be good, slander doth but approveThy worth the greater, being woo’d of time;For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,And thou present’st a pure unstained prime.Thou…
Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold by William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold,When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west,Which by and by black night doth take away,Death’s second…
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
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How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st,
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…
Sonnet 21: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse by William Shakespeare
So is it not with me as with that muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven it self for ornament doth useAnd every fair with his fair doth rehearse,Making a couplement of proud compareWith sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,With April’s first-born flowers, and all things rareThat heaven’s air in…
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,And being frank she lends to those are free.Then, beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse,The bounteous largess given thee to give?Profitless usurer, why dost thou useSo great a sum of sums yet canst not live?For having traffic with thyself alone,Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.Then how when…
Sonnet 60: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore by William Shakespeare
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.Nativity once in the main of light,Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,Crookèd eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.Time doth transfix…
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smellOf different flowers in odour and in hueCould make me any summer’s story tell,Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,Nor praise…