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Shakespeare Love Poems Biography

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Love Sonnet
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 curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Love Sonnet 
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; 
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? 
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; 
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. 
Then if for my love thou my love receivest, 
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; 
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest 
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. 
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, 
Although thou steal thee all my poverty; 
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief 
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. 
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, 
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

Love Sonnet
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way.
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee.
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought,
To leap large length of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend times leisure with my moan,
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

Love Sonnet
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments 
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; 
But you shall shine more bright in these contents 
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. 
When wasteful war shall statues overturn, 
And broils root out the work of masonry, 
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn 
The living record of your memory. 
'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity 
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, 
Even in the eyes of all posterity 
That wear this world out to the ending doom. 
So, till the judgment that yourself arise, 
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

Love Sonnet 
Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring; 
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

Love Sonnet 
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.

Love Sonnet 
O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie.
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all 

Love Sonnet
Let me not to the marriage of true minds 
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
 Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics
Shakespeare Love Poems Love Poems For Him For Her For Your Boyfriend For A Girl In Hindi Photos Images Pics

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