Shall I Compare Thee
To A Summer's Day?

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day? - Romantic Love Poems

Romantic Love Poems
William Shakespeare Sonnets, Love Sonnets
Sonnet 18, Sonnet 147, Sonnet 147, Sonnet 130
Sonnet 64, Romeo and Juliet

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare

Love Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desp'rate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure am I, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
- William Shakepeare

Love Sonnet #130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks,
treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
- William Shakepeare

Love Sonnet 64

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state it self confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

From Romeo and Juliet
Upon seeing Juliet for the first time

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shines a snow-white swan trooping with crows,
As this fair lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
I never saw true beauty till this night.

From Romeo to Juliet

If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.

From Juliet to Romeo

O Romeo I love you so
I shall never let you go
How can I hate such a beautiful face
No one could ever take your place
not even Paris
Our love history shall always cherish
I cry more for you than a thousand kinsmen
And pray for forgiveness to heaven
I would rather die than be untrue
And most of all Romeo
I will always love you

When thy eyes touched mine
for the very first time
I knew it would be forever
That we were meant to stay together
And I had to keep my faith
Because my only love
sprung from my only hate

For thou I was lying here
In this cold and dark place
Thy voice I was supposed to hear
But our dream became our disgrace
Why could not thou wait for a little while?
For I would wake up and smile

I can not stop my tears now
As my eyes try not to see thee
Oh, love could not be more wise to me!
With thy dagger I make a vow:
By taking this breaf life
I shall always be thy hopeless wife.

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