Category Archives: William Shakespeare

26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616, Warwickshire

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent – William Shakespeare

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought  I summon up remembrance of things past,  I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,  And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:  Then can I … Continue reading

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Sonnets I – William Shakespeare

SHALL I compare thee to a Summer’s day?  Thou art more lovely and more temperate:  Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,  And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:  Sometime too hot the eye of heaven … Continue reading

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When I Consider Everything That Grows – William Shakespeare

Sonnet Xv: When I consider everything that grows  Holds in perfection but a little moment,  That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows  Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;  When I perceive that men as plants increase,  Cheered and … Continue reading

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Sonnet Lx – William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,  So do our minutes hasten to their end;  Each changing place with that which goes before,  In sequent toil all forwards do contend.  Nativity, once in the main of light,  Crawls … Continue reading

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Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds – William Shakespeare

Sonnet Cxvi: Let me not to the marriage of true minds  Admit impediments. Love is not love  Which alters when it alteration finds,  Or bends with the remover to remove:  O no! it is an ever-fixed mark  That looks on … Continue reading

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Against My Love Shall Be As I Am Now – William Shakespeare

Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be as I am now  With Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn,  When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow  With lines and wrinkles, when his youthful morn  Hath travelled on to … Continue reading

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Those Lips That Love’s Own Hand Did Make – William Shakespeare

Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make  Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate”  To me that languished for her sake;  But when she saw my woeful state,  Straight in her heart did mercy come,  Chiding … Continue reading

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