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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVII
Sonnet XXVI Sonnet XXVIII XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVIII
Sonnet XXVII Sonnet XXIX XXVIII How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXIX
Sonnet XXVIII Sonnet XXX XXIX When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: III
Sonnet II Sonnet IV III Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXX
Sonnet XXIX Sonnet XXXI XXX 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…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXI
Sonnet XXX Sonnet XXXII XXXI Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXII
Sonnet XXXI Sonnet XXXIII XXXII If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXIII
Sonnet XXXII Sonnet XXXIV XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXIV
Sonnet XXXIII Sonnet XXXV XXXIV Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXV
Sonnet XXXIV Sonnet XXXVI XXXV No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome…Trending
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