Sonnet 69:Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view |
David Shaw-Parker
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Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 54: O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 70:That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thyself away, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich, whose blessed key |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most? which can say more |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 58: That God forbid that made me first your slave |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 76: Why is my verse so barren of new pride, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 96: Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 98: From you have I been absent in the spring, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Music Interlude ~ Greenleaves |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 74: But be contented: when that fell arrest |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare's Sonnets Introduction |
Oliver Wakeman
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Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long |
Oliver Wakeman
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