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William Shakespeare

The Sonnets

  • Kiren Bassyцитирует9 лет назад
    reeks.
    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
    That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
    I grant I never saw a goddess go,
    My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
    And yet by heaven I think my love as rare,
    As any she belied with false compare.
  • Reemцитирует4 года назад
    Love is too young to know what conscience is,
    Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
    Then gentle cheater urge not my amiss,
    Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove.
    For thou betraying me, I do betray
    My nobler part to my gross body's treason,
    My soul doth tell my body that he may,
    Triumph in love, flesh stays no farther reason,
    But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
    As his triumphant prize, proud of this pride,
    He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
    To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
    No want of conscience hold it that I call,
    Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall.
  • Kiren Bassyцитирует9 лет назад
    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 such roses see I in her cheeks,
    And in some perfumes is there more delight,
    Than in the breath that from my mistress
  • Serafima Shakharovaцитирует10 лет назад
    Being your slave what should I do but tend,
    Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
    I have no precious time at all to spend;
    Nor services to do till you require.
    Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
    Whilst I (my sovereign) watch the clock for you,
    Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
  • Reader ☎️ not.prsn.цитирует4 месяца назад
    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 receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

    If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,

    By unions married do offend thine ear,

    They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds

    In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear:

    Mark how one string sweet husband to another,

    Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

    Resembling sire, and child, and happy mother,

    Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
  • Reader ☎️ not.prsn.цитирует4 месяца назад
    Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,

    Sings this to thee, 'Thou single wilt prove none'.
  • Reader ☎️ not.prsn.цитирует4 месяца назад
    From fairest creatures we desire increase,

    That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

    But as the riper should by time decease,

    His tender heir might bear his memory:

    But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

    Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

    Making a famine where abundance lies,

    Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

    Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

    And only herald to the gaudy spring,

    Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
  • Reader ☎️ not.prsn.цитирует4 месяца назад
    And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:

    Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

    To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee
  • Mnemosyneцитирует9 месяцев назад
    love is not love

    Which alters when it alteration finds,

    Or bends with the remover to remove.
  • Bardolatorцитируетв прошлом году
    Your self to pardon of self-doing crime.
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