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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 691. | Sonnet XXV: O Why Should Nature by Michael Drayton | | O why should Nature niggardly restrain
That foreign nations relish not our tongue?
Else should my lines glide on the waves of Rhene
And crown th... |
| 692. | Sonnet I: Like an Advent'rous Seafarer by Michael Drayton | | Like an advent'rous seafarer am I,
Who hath some long and dang'rous voyage been,
And, call'd to tell of his discovery,
How far he sail'd, what c... |
| 693. | Sonnet XXXIX: Some, When in Rhyme by Michael Drayton | | Some, when in rhyme they of their loves do tell,
With flames and lightnings their exordiums paint;
Some call on Heav'n, some invocate on Hell,
A... |
| 694. | Sonnet LXII: When First I Ended by Michael Drayton | | When first I ended, then I first began,
The more I travell'd, further from my rest,
Where most I lost, there most of all I wan,
Pined with hunger... |
| 695. | Sonnet XXXIV: Marvel Not, Love by Michael Drayton | | To Admiration
Marvel not, Love, though I thy power admire,
Ravish'd a world beyond the farthest thought,
And knowing more than ever hath been t... |
| 696. | Sonnet V: Nothing But No by Michael Drayton | | Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this a... |
| 697. | Sonnet XLVIII: Cupid, I Hate Thee by Michael Drayton | | Cupid, I hate thee, which I'd have thee know;
A naked starveling ever may'st thou be.
Poor rogue, go pawn thy fascia and thy bow
For some few ra... |
| 698. | Sonnet IV: Bright Star of Beauty by Michael Drayton | | Bright star of beauty, on whose eyelids sit
A thousand nymph-like and enamour'd Graces,
The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
Which there in order ta... |
| 699. | Sonnet XIV: If He From Heav'n by Michael Drayton | | If he from Heav'n that filch'd that living fire
Condemn'd by Jove to endless torment be,
I greatly marvel how you still go free
That far beyond ... |
| 700. | Sonnet LXIII: Truce, Gentle Love by Michael Drayton | | Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave;
Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun;
Nor thou nor I the better yet can have;
Bad is the ma... |
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