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Poetry ( 156 texts )
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'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, Advanced
A Merry Note Advanced
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Advanced
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all Advanced
Against my love shall be, as I am now, Advanced
Against that time (if ever that time come) Advanced
Ah, wherefore with infection should he live, Advanced
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, Advanced
Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there Advanced
As a decrepit father takes delight Advanced
As an unperfect actor on the stage, Advanced
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st Advanced
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press Advanced
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Read by: Allison Karic
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan Advanced
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
Read by: Adam Frank
Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Advanced
But be contented, when that fell arrest Advanced
But do thy worst to steal thyself away, Advanced
But wherefore do not you a mightier way Advanced
Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not, Advanced
Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep: Advanced
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
Read by: Alexander Gard-Murray
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, Advanced
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Advanced
From fairest creatures we desire increase, Advanced
From you have I been absent in the spring, Advanced
Full many a glorious morning have I seen Advanced
How can I then return in happy plight, Advanced
How can my Muse want subject to invent,
Read by: Allison Karic
How careful was I, when I took my way, Advanced
How heavy do I journey on the way, Advanced
How like a winter hath my absence been Advanced
How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Advanced
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Advanced
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse, Advanced
I never saw that you did painting need,
Read by: Alexander Gard-Murray
If my dear love were but the child of state, Advanced
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Advanced
If there be nothing new, but that which is Advanced
If thou survive my well-contented day, Advanced
If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Advanced
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
Read by: Allison Karic
In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, Advanced
In the old age black was not counted fair, Advanced
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye Advanced
Is it thy will thy image should keep open Advanced
Let me confess that we two must be twain, Advanced
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Read by: Alexander Gard-Murray
Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Advanced
Let those who are in favour with their stars Advanced
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
Read by: Lauren Schaffel
Like as, to make our appetites more keen, Advanced
Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch Advanced
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light Advanced
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Advanced
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Advanced
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Advanced
Love is too young to know what conscience is; Advanced
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war Advanced
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steel'd Advanced
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Read by: Allison Karic
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, Advanced
My love is as a fever, longing still Advanced
My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seemi Advanced
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Read by: Phil Burns
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, Advanced
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Advanced
No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done; Advanced
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change; Advanced
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
Read by: Adam Frank
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Read by: Alexander Gard-Murray
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Advanced
O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Advanced
O never say that I was false of heart, Advanced
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Advanced
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
Read by: Alexander Gard-Murray
O, call not me to justify the wrong Advanced
O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, Advanced
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might, Advanced
O, how I faint when I of you do write, Advanced
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem Advanced
O, how thy worth with manners may I sing, Advanced
O, lest the world should task you to recite Advanced
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are Advanced
Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Advanced
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you, Advanced
Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth Advanced
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, Advanced
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Advanced
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye,
Read by: Phil Burns
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, Advanced
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, Advanced
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Advanced
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, Advanced
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Read by: Allison Karic
So oft have I invok'd thee for my Muse, Advanced
So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Advanced
So, now I have confess'd that he is thine, Advanced
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Advanced
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness, Advanced
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Advanced
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; Advanced
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Advanced
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, Advanced
That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, Advanced
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, Advanced
That time of year thou mayst in me behold Advanced
That you were once unkind befriends me now, Advanced
The forward violet thus did I chide, Advanced
The little Love-god, lying once asleep Advanced
The other two, slight air and purging fire, Advanced
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Advanced
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface Advanced
They that have power to hurt and will do none Advanced
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Advanced
Those hours that with gentle work did frame Advanced
Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Advanced
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Advanced
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Advanced
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, Advanced
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, Advanced
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes Advanced
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Advanced
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, Advanced
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Advanced
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Advanced
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, Advanced
Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry, Advanced
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, Advanced
Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Advanced
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Advanced
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Advanced
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed Advanced
Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, Advanced
What is your substance, whereof are you made, Advanced
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Advanced
What's in the brain, that ink may character, Advanced
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, Advanced
When I consider every thing that grows Advanced
When I do count the clock that tells the time Advanced
When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced Advanced
When in the chronicle of wasted time Advanced
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, Advanced
When my love swears that she is made of truth Advanced
When thou shalt be dispos'd to set me light, Advanced
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought Advanced
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes Advanced
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long Advanced
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, Advanced
Who is it that says most, which can say more Advanced
Who will believe my verse in time to come, Advanced
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,' Advanced
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, Advanced
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? Advanced
Your love and pity doth the impression fill Advanced

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