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Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
711. | Sonnet XIII: Letters and Lines by Michael Drayton> | To the Shadow
Letters and lines we see are soon defac'd,
Metals do waste and fret with canker's rust,
The diamond shall once consume to dust,
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712. | Sonnet XXIX: When Conquering Love by Michael Drayton> | To the Senses
When conquering Love did first my Heart assail,
Unto mine aid I summon'd every Sense,
Doubting, if that proud tyrant should preva... |
713. | Sonnet XVIII: To This Our World by Michael Drayton> | To the Celestial Numbers
To this our world, to Learning, and to Heav'n,
Three Nines there are, to every one a Nine,
One number of the Earth, th... |
714. | Sonnet L: As in Some Countries by Michael Drayton> | As in some countries far remote from hence
The wretched creature destined to die,
Having the judgement due to his offence,
By surgeons begg'd, t... |
715. | Sonnet LI: Calling to Mind by Michael Drayton> | Calling to mind, since first my love begun,
Th'uncertain times oft varying in their course,
How things still unexpectedly have run,
As it please... |
716. | Sonnet LX: Define My Weal by Michael Drayton> | Define my weal, and tell the joys of Heav'n;
Express my woes, and show the pains of Hell;
Declare what fate unlucky stars have giv'n,
And ask a ... |
717. | Sonnet XLII: Some Men There Be by Michael Drayton> | Some men there be which like my method well
And much commend the strangeness of my vein;
Some say I have a passing pleasing strain;
Some say tha... |
718. | Sonnet XXXII: Our Flood's-Queen Thames by Michael Drayton> | Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd,
And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd,
The crystal Trent for fords and fish renown'... |
719. | Sonnet VI: How Many Paltry Things by Michael Drayton> | How many paltry, foolish, painted things,
That now is coaches trouble every street,
Shall be forgotten, whom no Poet sings,
Ere they be well wra... |
720. | Sonnet XV: Since to Obtain Thee by Michael Drayton> | His Remedy for Love
Since to obtain thee nothing will be stead,
I have a med'cine that shall cure my love,
The powder of her heart dried, when ... |
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