Poems by William Shakespeare

HOW like a Winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What free...

THEY that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Wh...

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Wh...

THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
J...

THAT time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon...

BEING your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no...

O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The Ro...

I.
IT was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three,
That liked of her master as well as w...

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each...

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
S...

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall thos...

O, how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can m...

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; ...

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To le...

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame...