William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 145: - Poem by William Shakespeare

Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breath'd forth the sound that said I hate
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come.
Chiding that tongue, that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom:
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And sav'd my life, saying 'not you'


Comments about Sonnet 145: by William Shakespeare

  • Gold Star - 23,758 Points * Sunprincess * (6/30/2014 2:57:00 PM)

    ..............hate is totally at the opposite end of the spectrum from love....and I agree with you........let's not go there mr. shakespeare.... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 6:06:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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