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William Shakespeare

sábado, 18 de agosto de 2001

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Poemas
William Shakespeare -Hamlet- Scene I. A room in a castle-
William Shakespeare -Romeo and Juliet- Act 4, scene II- Capulet's orchard-
William Shakespeare -The tragedy of king Lear- This is the excellent foppery of the world...-William Shakespeare -Macbeth- Act 5, scene 5-
William Shakespeare -Henry V- Act 4, scene 3-
William Shakespeare -Venus and Adonis- The kiss-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CXLVI- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CXXIII-No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CIX- O, never say that...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CVIII- What's in the brain...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CVI- When in the chronicle of wasted time ...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet CV- Let not my love be call'd idolatry...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XCVI- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XCI- Some glory in their birht, some in their skill...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LXXI- No longer mourn for me when I am dead...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LXV- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LXII- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LXI- Is it thy will thy image should keep open...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LX- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LIX- If there be nothing new, but that which is...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LVI- Sweet love, renew thy force...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet LV- Not marble nor the gilded monuments...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XLIII- When most I wink then do mine eyes ...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XLII- That thou hast her it is not all my grief...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XLI- Those petty wrongs that liberty commits...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XL- Take all my loves...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXIX- Oh how thy worth with manners...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXVIII- How can my muse...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXVII- As a decrepit father takes delight...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXVI- Let me confess that we two must be twain...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXV- No more be grieved at that which thou hast done...-William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXIV- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXIII- Full many a glorious morning have I seen...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXII- If thou survive my well-contented day...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXXI- Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXX- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXIX- When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXVIII- That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXVII- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXVI- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXV- Let those who are in favour...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXIV- Mine eye hath play'd the painter...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXIII- As an unperfect actor on the stage...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXII- My glass shall not persuade me...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XXI- So is it not with me as with that Muse...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XX. A woman's face with Nature's...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XIX- Devouring Time, blunt...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XVIII- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XVII- Who will believe my verse...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XVI- But wherefore do not you a mightier way-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XV- When I consider every thing that grows...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XIV- Not from the stars...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XIII- O that you were yourself...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XII- When I do count the clock...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet XI- As fast as thou shalt wane...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet X. For shame! deny that thou bear'st love to any...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet IX- Is it for fear to wet a window's eye...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet VIII- Music to hear, why hear'st music sadly?-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet VII- Lo! in the orient...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet VI- Then let not winter's ragged hand...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet V- Those hours, that with gentle...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet IV- Unthrifty loveliness...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet III- Look in thy glass...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet II- When forty winters shall beseige...-
William Shakespeare -Sonnet I- From fairest creatures...-

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