Literature
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 100
Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend’st thou thy…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 99
The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love’s…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 98
From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 97
How like a winter hath my absence beenFrom thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!What freezings have I felt, what…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 96
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;Both grace and faults are…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 95
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shameWhich, like a canker in the fragrant rose,Doth spot the beauty of…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 94
They that have power to hurt, and will do none,That do not do the thing they most do show,Who, moving…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 93
So shall I live, supposing thou art true,Like a deceived husband; so love’s faceMay still seem love to me, though…
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Filial Affection
A veteran, worn out in the service of France, was left without a pension, although he had a wife and…
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Anna Akhmatova The evening light is broad and yellow
The evening light is broad and yellow,Tender, the April chill.You are many years late,Yet I’m glad you are here. Sit…
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