english sonnet
31Sonnet 121 — Sonnet|121 Tis better to be vile than vile esteem d, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem d Not by our feeling, but by others seeing: For why should others false adulterate eyes Give salutation… …
32Sonnet 20 — is one of 154 sonnets written by the English playwright and poet William Shakespeare. It is a sonnet belonging to the Fair Youth sequence, in which the poet expresses his love toward a young man.Sonnet|20 A woman s face with nature s own hand… …
33Sonnet 50 — Sonnet|50 How heavy do I journey on the way, When what I seek, my weary travel s end, Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend! The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, Plods dully on, to… …
34Sonnet 51 — Sonnet|51 ( continued from Sonnet 50 ) 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… …
35Sonnet 98 — Sonnet|98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April dress d in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That heavy Saturn laugh d and leap d with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different …
36Sonnet 97 — Sonnet|97 How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December s bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer s time The teeming… …
37Sonnet 72 — Sonnet|72 O! lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me, that you should love After my death, dear love, forget me quite, For you in me can nothing worthy prove. Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, To do more for me… …
38Sonnet 107 — Sonnet|107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs… …
39Sonnet 76 — sonnet|76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a… …
40Sonnet 119 — Sonnet|119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill d from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw myself to win! What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath… …
