Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 66: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily …
A newborn baby is one of the greatest gifts of life. It’s also one of the happiest moments in a couples’ life. The next big moment in a baby’s life is the 1st birthday celebration. None of us can remember our 1st birthday, but our parents remember this moment for sure. Whether you are the …
When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought (Sonnet 30) 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 …
The Phoenix And The Turtle is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. The Phoenix And The Turtle Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey.But thou, shrieking harbinger, Foul pre-currer of the fiend, Augur of the fever’s end, To this troop …
The Quality Of Mercy is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. The Quality Of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. ‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The …
Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 62: Sin Of Self-Love Possesseth All Mine Eye Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye, And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in …
Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend 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, …
The Blossom is a poem composed by William Shakespeare The Blossom ON a day–alack the day!– Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind All unseen ‘gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish’d himself the heaven’s breath. Air, …
Spring And Winter is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Spring And Winter WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, 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, …
Song: “Orpheus with his lute made trees” is a poem composed by William Shakespeare. Song: “Orpheus with his lute made trees” (from Henry VIII) Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There …
