Now The Hungry Lion Roar By William Shakespeare

Now The Hungry Lion Roar By William Shakespeare PUCK sings: NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now […]

Sonnet 45 By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 45 By William Shakespeare The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee, My life, being made of four, with […]

Sonnet 83, I Saw That You Did Painting Need By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 83, I Saw That You Did Painting Need By William Shakespeare I never saw that you did painting need, And therefore to your fair no painting set; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed The barren tender of a poet’s debt: And therefore have I slept in your report, That you yourself, […]

A Woman’s Face, with Nature’s Own Hand Painted By William Shakespeare

A Woman’s Face, with Nature’s Own Hand Painted By William Shakespeare A woman’s face, with Nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion: An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object […]

Sonnet12: When I Do Count The Clock By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 12: When I Do Count The Clock By William Shakespeare 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, all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst […]

Carpe Diem By William Shakespeare

Carpe Diem By William Shakespeare O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journey’s end in lovers’ meeting— Every wise man’s son doth know. What is love? ’tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What’s to […]

Sonnet 130: My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun By William Shakespeare

Sonnet 130: My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun By William Shakespeare My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no […]