Poems of William Shakespeare
|21.||How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been||3/29/2010|
|22.||It was a Lover and his Lass||1/4/2003|
|25.||My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)||1/20/2003|
|26.||Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)||1/20/2003|
|27.||Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55)||1/20/2003|
|28.||Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile||3/29/2010|
|29.||O Never Say That I Was False of Heart||3/29/2010|
|31.||Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees||1/1/2004|
|32.||Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)||1/20/2003|
|33.||Sigh No More||1/3/2003|
|37.||Sonnet 1: From fairest creatures we desire increase||1/13/2003|
|38.||Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any||1/13/2003|
|39.||Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long||1/13/2003|
|40.||Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends||1/13/2003|
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;