Poems by William Shakespeare

Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days an...

Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sou...

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But a...

The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place...

LXXVIII

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As e...

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings ...

Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
...

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's...

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing w...

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble ...

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the ...

Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare,
To digg the dvst encloased heare.
Bleste be Middle English ...

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the ...

WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry....

So, now I have confess'd that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I'l...