Poems by William Shakespeare

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
Whe...

How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my u...

When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge st...

But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yo...

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Thou...

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do ...

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A...

So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven it...

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when ...

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing...

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My b...

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

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send th...

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then...

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yel...