William Shakespeare (430 Poems)
Index Page # 2 (poems : 51 - 100 )
- Sonnet 038: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent
- Sonnet 039: O, How Thy Worth With Manners May I Sing
- Sonnet 040: Take All My Loves, My Love, Yea, Take Them All
- Sonnet 041: Those Pretty Wrongs That Liberty Commits
- Sonnet 042: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief
- Sonnet 043: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See
- Sonnet 044: If The Dull Substance Of My Flesh Were Thought
- Sonnet 045: The Other Two, Slight Air And Purging Fire
- Sonnet 046: Mine Eye And Heart Are At A Mortal War
- Sonnet 047: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A League Is Took
- Sonnet 048: How Careful Was I, When I Took My Way
- Sonnet 049: Against That Time, If Ever That Time Come
- Sonnet 050: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way
- Sonnet 051: Thus Can My Love Excuse The Slow Offence
- Sonnet 052: So Am I As The Rich Whose Blessed Key
- Sonnet 053: What Is Your Substance, Whereof Are You Made
- Sonnet 054: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem
- Sonnet 055: Not Marble, Nor The Gilded Monuments
- Sonnet 056: Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force, Be It Not Said
- Sonnet 057: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
- Sonnet 058: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave
- Sonnet 059: If There Be Nothing New, But That Which Is
- Sonnet 060: Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore
- Sonnet 061: Is It Thy Will Thy Image Should Keep Open
- Sonnet 062: Sin Of Self-love Possesseth All Mine Eye
- Sonnet 063: Against My Love Shall Be, As I Am Now
- Sonnet 064: When I Have Seen By Time's Fell Hand Defaced
- Sonnet 065: Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea
- Sonnet 066: Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry
- Sonnet 067: Ah, Wherefore With Infection Should He Live
- Sonnet 068: Thus Is His Cheek The Map Of Days Outworn
- Sonnet 069: Those Parts Of Thee That The World's Eye Doth View
- Sonnet 070: That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect
- Sonnet 071: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead
- Sonnet 072: O, Lest The World Should Task You To Recite
- Sonnet 073: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold
- Sonnet 074: But Be Contented When That Fell Arrest
- Sonnet 075: So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life
- Sonnet 076: Why Is My Verse So Barren Of New Pride?
- Sonnet 077: Thy Glass Will Show Thee How Thy Beauties Wear
- Sonnet 078: So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My Muse
- Sonnet 079: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid
- Sonnet 080: O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write
- Sonnet 081: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make
- Sonnet 082: I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse
- Sonnet 083: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need
- Sonnet 084: Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More
- Sonnet 085: My Tongue-tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still
- Sonnet 086: Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse
- Sonnet 087: Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing
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