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| Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
| 701. | Sonnet XXIV: I Hear Some Say by Michael Drayton | | I hear some say, "This man is not in love."
"What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say;
"Read but his verse, and it will easily prove."
O jud... |
| 702. | Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour by Michael Drayton | | Love in a humor play'd the prodigal
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast;
Yet, more to grace the company withal,
Invites my Heart to be the chie... |
| 703. | Sonnet II: My Heart Was Slain by Michael Drayton | | My heart was slain, and none but you and I;
Who should I think the murther should commit,
Since but yourself there was no creature by,
But only ... |
| 704. | Sonnet XXVII: Is Not Love Here by Michael Drayton | | Is not Love here as 'tis in other climes,
And differeth it, as do the several nations?
Or hath it lost the virtue with the times,
Or in this isl... |
| 705. | Sonnet XVII: Stay, Speedy Time by Michael Drayton | | To Time
Stay, speedy Time, behold, before thou pass,
From age to age what thou hast sought to see,
One in whom all the excellencies be,
In wh... |
| 706. | Sonnet XXXVII: Dear, Why Should You by Michael Drayton | | Dear, why should you command me to my rest
When now the night doth summon all to sleep?
Methinks this time becometh lovers best;
Night was ordai... |
| 707. | Sonnet XXX: Those Priests by Michael Drayton | | To the Vestals
Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun,
Which might be borrow'd from no earthly flame,
Devis'd a vessel to receive the ... |
| 708. | Sonnet III: Taking My Pen by Michael Drayton | | Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe,
Duly to count the sum of all my cares,
I find my griefs innumerable grow,
The reckonings rise to milli... |
| 709. | Sonnet LIX: As Love and I by Michael Drayton | | As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain:
"In Love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make foo... |
| 710. | Sonnet XXII: Love, Banish'd Heav'n by Michael Drayton | | Love, banish'd Heav'n, on Earth was held in scorn,
Wand'ring abroad in need and beggary,
And wanting friends, though of a Goddess born,
Yet crav... |
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