Tag: SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS—SONNET-15SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS—SONNET-15

SONNET-15 When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-14SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-14

SONNET-14 When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET-14SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET-14

                                  SONNET-14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy,

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-13SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-13

SONNET-13 O! that you were your self; but, love, you are No longer yours, than you your self here live: Against this coming end you should prepare, And your sweet

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-12SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS–SONNET-12

SONNET-12 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls,

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET-11SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET-11

SONNET-11 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow’st, Thou mayst

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET -10SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET -10

SONNET -10 For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any, Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou

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               SONNET-9 Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye, That thou consum’st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt

SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET NO-8SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS-SONNET NO-8

SONNET NO-8 Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly, Or else

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Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climbed the steep-up