William Shakespeare Famous Love Poem

William Shakespeare was born on 26 April 1564 and died on 23 April 1616.He was the son of John  Shakespeare and Mary Arden.Shakespeare was a famous Poet,Playwright and Actor.His writings have been translated into many language.

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Alas, 'its true I have gone here and there

William Shakespeare

Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there
And made myself a motley to the view,
Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offenses of affections new.
Most true it is that I have looked on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
There blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays proved thee my best of love.
Now all is done, have what shall have no end.
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On never proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confined.
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best.
Even to thy pure and most loving breast

From Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready

stand

to smooth that rough touch with a

tender kiss

Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong you hand

too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in

this:

For saints have hands that pilgrims'

hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.

Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy

palmers too?

Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must us in

prayer.

Romeo: O! then, dear saint, let lips do what

hands do;

They pray, Grant thou, lest faith turn

to despair.

Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for

prayers' sake.

Romeo: then move not, while my prayers'

effect I take. 

Spring

William Shakespeare

When daisies pied and voilets blue,
And lady- smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he
"Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!" O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married mean; for thus sings he,
"Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!" O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

Take,O Take
Willam Shakespeare

TAKE, O take those lips away  
That so sweetly were forsworn,  
And those eyes, the break of day,  
Lights that do mislead the morn:  
But my kisses bring again,         
      Bring again—  
Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,  
      Seal’d in vain!