Selected Poetry of William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Representative Poetry On-line
Prepared by members of the Department of English at the University of Toronto
from 1912 to the present and published by the University of Toronto Press from 1912 to 1967.
RPO Edited by Ian Lancashire
A UTEL (University of Toronto English Library) Edition
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services,
University of Toronto Libraries
© 2009, Ian Lancashire for the Department
of English, University of Toronto
Index to poems
Who doth ambition shunne,
and loues to liue i' th Sunne:
Seeking the food he eates,
and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.
(Under the Greenwood Tree, 9-15)
- Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun
- Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies
- Heark! Heark! the Lark at Heaven's Gate Sings
- O Mistres Mine Where are you Roming?
- Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees
- The Phoenix and the Turtle
- Shakespeare's Sonnets
- From fairest creatures we desire increase
- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
- Look in thy glass and tell the face thou view'st
- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
- Those hours that with gentle work did frame
- Then let not winter's wragged hand deface
- Lo in the orient when the gracious light
- Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
- Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
- For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
- As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
- When I do count the clock that tells the time
- O that you were your self, but love you are
- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
- When I consider every thing that grows
- But wherefore do not you a mightier way
- Who will believe my verse in time to come
- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws
- A woman's face with nature's own hand painted
- So is it not with me as with that muse
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old
- As an unperfect actor on the stage
- Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
- Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
- How can I then return in happy plight
- When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
- Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
- If thou survive my well-contented day
- Full many a glorious morning have I seen
- Why did'st thou promise such a beaut'ous day
- No more be griev'd at that which thou hast done
- Let me confess that we two must be twain
- As a decrepit father takes delight
- How can my muse want subject to invent
- Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing
- Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all
- Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
- That thou hast her it is not all my grief
- When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
- If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
- The other two, slight air and purging fire
- Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
- Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
- How careful was I when I took my way
- Against that time (if ever that time come)
- How heavy do I journey on the way
- Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
- So am I as the rich whose blessèd key
- What is your substance, whereof are you made
- Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem
- Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
- Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
- Being your slave, what should I do but tend
- That God forbid that made me first your slave
- If there be nothing new, but that which is
- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
- Is it thy will thy image should keep op'n
- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
- Against my love shall be as I am now
- When I have seen by time's fell hand defaced
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
- Tir'd with all these for restful death I cry
- Ah, wherefore with infection should he live
- Thus is his cheek the map of days out-worn
- Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
- That thou are blam'd shall not be thy defect
- No longer mourn for me when I am dead
- O lest the world should task you to recite
- That time of year thou may'st in me behold
- But be contented when that fell arrest
- So are you to my thoughts as food to life
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
- Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
- So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse
- Whil'st I alone did call upon thy aid
- O how I faint when I of you do write
- Or I shall live your epitaph to make
- I grant thou wert not married to my muse
- I never saw that you did painting need
- Who is it that says most, which can say more
- My tongue-tied muse in manners holds her still
- Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
- Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
- When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
- Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
- Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
- But do thy worst to steal thy self away
- So shall I live, supposing thou art true
- They that have pow'r to hurt and will do none
- How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
- Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- From you have I been absent in the spring
- The forward violet thus did I chide
- Where art thou, muse, that thou forget'st so long
- Oh truant muse, what shall be thy amends
- My love is strength'ned, though more weak in seeming
- Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth
- To me, fair friend, you never can be old
- Let not my love be call'd idolatry
- When in the chronicle of wastèd time
- Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul
- What's in the brain that ink may character
- O never say that I was false of heart
- Alas 'tis true, I have gone here and there
- O, for my sake do you with fortune chide
- Your love and pity doth th'impression fill
- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
- Or whether doth my mind being crown'd with you
- Those lines that I before have writ do lie
- Let me not to the marriage of true minds
- Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all
- Like as to make our appetites more keen
- What potions have I drunk of siren tears
- That you were once unkind be-friends me now
- 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
- Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
- No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
- If my dear love were but the child of state
- Wer't ought to me I bore the canopy
- O thou my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r
- In the old age black was not counted fair
- How oft when thou, my music, music play'st
- Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
- Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
- Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
- So now I have confess't that he is thine
- Who ever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
- If thy soul check thee that I come so near
- Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes
- When my love swears that she is made of truth
- O call not me to justify the wrong
- Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
- In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
- Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
- Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
- Two loves I have of comfort and despair
- Those lips that love's own hand did make
- Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
- My love is as a fever longing still
- O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
- Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
- Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might
- Love is too young to know what conscience is
- In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn
- Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
- The little love-god lying once asleep
- Take, O Take those Lips Away
- Under the Greenwood Tree
- Venus and Adonis
- When Daisies Pied and Violets Blue
Biographical information
Given name: William
Family name: Shakespeare
Birth date: 1564
Death date: 1616
