EN
-
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,From hence your memory death…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 80
O! how I faint when I of you do write,Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,And in the praise…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 79
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;But now my gracious numbers are…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 78
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,And found such fair assistance in my verseAs every alien pen hath…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 77
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 76
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,So far from variation or quick change?Why with the time do I…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 75
So are you to my thoughts as food to life,Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;And for the peace…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 74
But be contented when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away,My life hath in this line some interest,Which…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 73
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which…
Read More » -
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 72
O! lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit lived in me, that you should loveAfter my death,–dear love,…
Read More »
