And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he: 'Cuckoo! Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And...
William Shakespeare Poems Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nor th...
I would like to translate this poem Poems By William Shakespeare Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? (Sonnet 18) A Lover's Complaint Fear No More Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Love See All Poems by William Shakespeare Next...
by William Shakespeare Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate" To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom,...
One of the reasons that Sonnet XVIII has become such a beloved poem is its exquisite language. Shakespeare uses a variety of poetic techniques to create a rich and beautiful language that captures the essence of his theme. For example, he uses metaphors and similes to compare his beloved to ...
The Best Poem Of William Shakespeare All The World's A Stage All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, ...
William Shakespeare's Sonnet XVI, also known as “But wherefore do not you a mightier way”, is one of the most famous poems in the English language. It is one of the many sonnets that the Bard wrote in the early 17th century. Though the poem's meaning has been debated over the year...
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 b
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy, For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall, Came there for cure and this by that Iprove, Love's fire heatswater, water cools not love. William Shakespeare ...
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