William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)
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Poems by William Shakespeare : 8 / 410
Carpe Diem
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,--
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
William Shakespeare
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: journey, laughter, son, kiss, carpe diem, love
Poems by William Shakespeare : 8 / 410
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I had a taste of youth, sweet and twenty recently... beautiful poem.
What's to come is still unsure..so carpe diem..beautifully expressed. :)
My Favourite Poet! I love him. How beautiful his words are. They touch my very soul.
I have a feeling that coming might have rhymed with roaming in Early English. Does anyone know?
Laughter is the end of mirth; so also lovers meeting is the end of journey of love! Very simple effective poem on love by Shakespeare the great!
I had to sing this in our school's English play. It was embarrassing. But I really like the poem...and the 'updated version' by Shornjoe Crockpotter...hilarious!
Shornjoe Crockpotter I wouldn't twitt about love...these days you never know who is at the other side...great write by the way - I'm sure Shakespeare wouldn't mind to stop by...
exellent the manner in which he ascribes to youthful love to which no bounds are established and how now the two blissful lovers know not what fortunes lie ahead.
This poem is execellent! !
Who can say so much in so perfect a form?