William Shakespeare Poems |
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William Shakespeare was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
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William Shakespeare's poems
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 6 |
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TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
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Rating: 2.50
Votes: 2 |
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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
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Rating: 3.75
Votes: 4 |
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Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise -- that you alone are you,
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Rating: 3.33
Votes: 3 |
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O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 1 |
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A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 2 |
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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HOW like a Winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 2 |
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My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
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Rating: 2.50
Votes: 2 |
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
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Rating: 2.20
Votes: 5 |
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POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth--
My sinful earth these rebel powers array--
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1 |
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 3 |
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 2 |
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy;
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Rating: 4.33
Votes: 3 |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 12 |
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 3 |
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
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Rating: 3.75
Votes: 4 |
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That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
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Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2 |
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That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 2 |
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Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 3 |
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No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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