Grandpa Pencil's
Works of the great poets

William Shakespeare

Sonnets

18

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:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often in his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
But lose posession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

 

back

Sonnets index

next


     

Great
Poets
     

Go
Home

Baby
Bits

Nursery
Rhymes

For The
Teacher

Little
Rhymes

Australian
Fairytales

List Of
Contents