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Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVI

Sonnet XXV Sonnet XXVII XXVI Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVII

Sonnet XXVI Sonnet XXVIII XXVII Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXVIII

Sonnet XXVII Sonnet XXIX XXVIII How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre'd the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXIX

Sonnet XXVIII Sonnet XXX XXIX When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: III

Sonnet II Sonnet IV III Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXX

Sonnet XXIX Sonnet XXXI XXX When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXI

Sonnet XXX Sonnet XXXII XXXI Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXII

Sonnet XXXI Sonnet XXXIII XXXII If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXIII

Sonnet XXXII Sonnet XXXIV XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams…

Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XXXIV

Sonnet XXXIII Sonnet XXXV XXXIV Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy bravery in…