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William Shakespeare: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
No longer mourn for me when I am deadNo longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest…William Shakespeare: O! lest the world should task you to recite
O! lest the world should task you to reciteO! lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death,—dear love, forget me quite, For you in me…William Shakespeare: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
That time of year thou mayst in me beholdThat time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd…William Shakespeare: But be contented: when that fell arrest
But be contented: when that fell arrestBut be contented: when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with…William Shakespeare: So are you to my thoughts as food to life
So are you to my thoughts as food to lifeSo are you to my thoughts as food to life, Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground; And for the peace of you I hold such strife As 'twixt a…William Shakespeare: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
Why is my verse so barren of new prideWhy is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to…William Shakespeare: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wearThy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, And of…William Shakespeare: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
So oft have I invoked thee for my MuseSo oft have I invoked thee for my Muse, And found such fair assistance in my verse As every alien pen hath got my use And under thee their poesy disperse…William Shakespeare: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aidWhilst I alone did call upon thy aid, My verse alone had all thy gentle grace; But now my gracious numbers are decay'd, And my sick Muse doth give an other…William Shakespeare: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadlyMusic to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,…Trending
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