• William Shakespeare
  • All The World's A Stage
  • Aye, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where
  • Cowards
  • Fidele's Dirge
  • Our Revels Now Are Ended
  • Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day
  • Sonnet 116
  • Sonnet 29
  • Sonnet 30
  • Sonnet 55
  • Sonnet 60
  • Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow
  • Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I
• Emily Dickinson
  • A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
  • A Coffin - Is A Small Domain,
  • After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
  • Because I Could Not Stop For Death
  • I Shall Know Why - When Time Is Over
  • If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
  • Parting
• Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • A Lament
  • Music, When Soft Voices Die
  • Mutability
  • Ozymandias
  • To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling
• Alfred, Lord Tennyson
  • Adonais
  • Break Break Break
  • Crossing The Bar
  • In Memoriam
  • There Is A Solemn Wind Tonight
• Thomas Gray
  • Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
  • Epitaph On A Child
• Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • A Dirge
  • Remember
  • The First Spring Day
  • Up-Hill
  • When I Am Dead, My Dearest
• Robbie Burns
  • A Bard’s Epitaph
  • Epitaph On A Friend
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • A Psalm Of Life
  • The Cross of Snow
• William Wordsworth
  • A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
  • Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
  • I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
  • My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
  • Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
• John Keats
  • Bright Star
  • Endymion
  • His Last Sonnet
  • To Sleep
  • When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
• Bishop Brent
  • The Ship
• Henry Scott Holland
  • Death Is Nothing At All
• Khalil Gibran
  • Death
  • Joy and Sorrow
• Robert Herrick
  • To Daffodils
  • Upon A Child That Died
• George Herbert
  • Life
• Anonymous
  • A Celtic Blessing
  • If Tears Could Build A Stairway
  • Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
  • The Unquiet Grave
  • Traditonal Gaelic Blessing
  • Western Wind, When Will Thou Blow
  • When I Am Dead, Cry For Me A Little
• Ben Jonson
  • On My First Sonne
• David Harkins
  • She Is Gone (He Is Gone)
• Joyce Grenfell
  • If I Should Die
• William Allingham
  • Everything Passes And Vanishes
  • Four Ducks On A Pond
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • A Knight's Tomb
• Sir Walter Raleigh
  • Even Such Is Time
• John Donne
  • Death Be Not Proud
• William Henry Davies
  • Leisure (What Is This Life If Full Of Care)
• William Oldys
  • On A Fly Drinking Out Of His Cup
• Robert Browning
  • Home-Thoughts, From Abroad ("O To Be In England")
• Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways (Sonnet From The Portuguese No.43)
• Anne Bradstreet
  • To My Dear And Loving Husband
• William Johnson Cory
  • Heraclitus
• Lord Byron
  • She Walks In Beauty
  • So, We'll Go No More A Roving
• Rupert Brooke
  • The Soldier
• Emily Bronte
  • The Old Stoic
• Clare Harner
  • Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's 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 dimm'd,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall death brag thou wandrest 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.

William Shakespeare

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