Here you'll find a small collection of William Shakespeare love poetry. William Shakespeare is proof positive of the timeless beauty of love. Known for his passion and intensity transmitted through his famous plays like Romeo and Juliet, his legency endures for generations to come to enjoy. Blessedly, Shakespeare's present with words elevates him as a poet and playwright. You're now privileged to enjoy love, passion, and desire expressed so well that it crosses the boundaries of time and into the heart's of anyone who wants to receive this special gift. William Shakespeare Love Poetry - Spring - 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, because he 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, because he sings he. Cuckoo! - Cuckoo, cuckoo! O word of fear. Unpleasing to a married ear! - ~ Shakespeare Love Poetry - My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun.
My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun, - Coral is way more red than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, - If hairs are threads, black wires grow on her head. I've seen roses damased, white and red. 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 an even more pleasign sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, -.
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the - ground. And yet, by heave, I think my love as rare - Like any she belied with false compare. ~ Poetry of William Shakespeare - From Romeo and Juliet - 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: haven't saints lips, and holy - palmers too? Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must us in - prayer. Romeo: O!.
To be continued......
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