William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long - Poem by William Shakespeare

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem,
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey
If time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils despisèd everywhere.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.


Comments about Sonnet 100: Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 5:08:00 AM)

    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Ralph Mason (7/13/2012 8:33:00 AM)

    I started reading Shakespeare and I've found this to be the best so far. I don't know if it can get any better but I'll keep reading... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Egal Bohen (7/22/2006 6:20:00 PM)

    Read and understand -thank you Will
    Egal Bohen... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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