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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 681. | Sonnet LXI: Since There's No Help by Michael Drayton | | Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part,
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me,
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thu... |
| 682. | Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant by Michael Drayton | | A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd
(Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move),
Entreated me, as e'er I wish'd his good,
To write h... |
| 683. | Sonnet XI: You Not Alone by Michael Drayton | | You not alone, when you are still alone,
O God, from you that I could private be.
Since you one were, I never since was one;
Since you in me, my... |
| 684. | Sonnet IX: As Other Men by Michael Drayton | | As other men, so I myself do muse
Why in this sort I wrest invention so,
And why these giddy metaphors I use,
Leaving the path the greater part ... |
| 685. | Sonnet XXVI: I Ever Love by Michael Drayton | | To Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My ne... |
| 686. | To the Reader of These Sonnets by Michael Drayton | | Into these Loves who but for Passion looks,
At this first sight here let him lay them by
And seek elsewhere, in turning other books,
Which bette... |
| 687. | Sonnet XXII: With Fools and Children by Michael Drayton | | To Folly
With fools and children, good discretion bears;
Then, honest people, bear with Love and me,
Nor older yet, nor wiser made by years,
... |
| 688. | Sonnet XXXVIII: Sitting Alone, Love by Michael Drayton | | Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write;
Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay,
Boasting that she doth still direct the way,
Or else Love w... |
| 689. | Sonnet XX: An Evil Spirit by Michael Drayton | | An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest,
Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,
Nor gives me ... |
| 690. | Sonnet LII: What? Dost Thou Mean by Michael Drayton | | What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they ... |
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