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|
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case