Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was False Of Heart , by William Shakespeare
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Thoug...
Flower Poems
Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time , by William Shakespeare
When I do count the clock that tells the time, ...
Sonnet 25: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars , by William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of...
Sonnet 54: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem , by William Shakespeare
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By...
Sonnet 67: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live , by William Shakespeare
Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
...
Sonnet 93: So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True , by William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Lik...
Sonnet 95: How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame , by William Shakespeare
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
W...
Sonnet 98: From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring , by William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Whe...
Sonnet 99: The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide , by William Shakespeare
The forward violet thus did I chide:
"Sweet th...
Sonnet Cix , by William Shakespeare
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Thou...
Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase , by William Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Th...
Sonnet Xciii , by William Shakespeare
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Li...
Sonnet Xcix , by William Shakespeare
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet th...
Sonnet Xcv , by William Shakespeare
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
...
Sonnet Xcviii , by William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Wh...
Sonnet Xii , by William Shakespeare
When I do count the clock that tells the time, ...
Sonnets Vi , by William Shakespeare
O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By ...
Sonnets Xiii , by William Shakespeare
FROM you have I been absent in the spring,
Wh...
Sonnets Xvii , by William Shakespeare
O NEVER say that I was false of heart,
Though...
Sonnets Xxv: Let Those Who Are In Favour With Their Stars , by William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
O...
The Passionate Pilgrim , by William Shakespeare
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When my love swears that she is made of trut...
The Procreation Sonnets , by William Shakespeare
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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
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The Burial of the Dead, by T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs...
Death by Water, by T. S. Eliot
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Fo...
The Fire Sermon, by T. S. Eliot
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of...