Other Verse Sonnets



A brittle glory shineth in this face [Richard III}

A bright particular star [All's well that end Well]

A being darkly wise, and rudely great [Pope]

A butterfly
Asleep, perched upon
The temple bell

A dagger of the mind, a false creation
Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain? [Macbeth]

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears [Yeats]

A las cinco de la tarde
Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde
Un niño trajo la blanca sábana
A las cinco de la tarde [Lorca]

A life ago
Alone in those great mountains
All that now a mere rag
Perished like the wind
So cool. so crystalline
Clear and distant as a fish under water
The sad, quick years [RA]

A little water clears us of this deed [Macbeth]

A long farewell to all my greatness.
This is the state of man; today he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoms
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening, nips his root
And then he falls as I do. I have ventured
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. My high blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. [Henry VIII]

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind [Love's Labour's Lost]

A man that apprehends death as no more dreadfully but
as a drunken sleep; careless, reckless, and fearless of
what's past, present, or to come; insensible of mortality,
and desperately mortal. [Measure for Measure]

A man whose blood is very snow broth; one who never feels the wanton stings and motions of the sense; but doth rebate and blunt his natural edge with profits of the mind, study and fast. [Measure for Measure]

A naked, thinking heart [Donne]

A pine in solitude
Cradling a dove [Edward Thomas]

A poet like a pale candle guttering
On a worn window-sill in the wind [Macneice]

A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man [King Lear]

A recognised but unanalysable rightness of the sounds [RA]

A snowfall of gold in the autumn light
Differences of light:
This glass now flashes that was dark
Across many hills signals are sent
A sudden sun changes cold into fire
O golden fish, how fast the air dulls your scales
On a winter's day the air gleams
A jay pecks at diamonds [RA]

A slipper and subtle knave [Othello]

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty, and while it is so, none so dry or thirsty, will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. [Taming of the Shrew]

A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress [Yeats]

Absent thee from felicity awhile
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain [Hamlet]

Across the centuries let us take hands
Join in the winding dance
With long-dead living friends
In the whirl and fire
Of music that never ends
Mind singing to mind
Beyond the grave
O sisters, brothers!
You are not alone in the perished years. [RA]

Action is transitory, - a step, a blow
The motion of a muscle, this way or that -
Tis done and in the after-vacancy
We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed [Wordsworth]

Aeneadum genetrix, hominum divomque voluptas
alma Venus, caeli subter labentia signa
quae mare navigerum, quae terras frugiferentis
concelebras, per te quoniam genus omne animantum
concipitur visitque exortum lumina solis:
te, dea, te fugiunt venti, te nubila caeli
adventumque tuum, tibi suavis daedala tellus
summittit flores, tibi rident aequora ponti
placatumque nitet diffuso lumine caelum.
nam simul ac species patefactast verna diei
et reserata viget genitabilis aura favoni,
aeriae primum volucres te, diva, tuumque
significant initum perculsae corda tua vi. [Lucretius]

After all, no angel's hand will touch you
Transfiguration is not to be expected
Or welcomed
Only if you grow into a new world
Is the journey worth pursuing
Apotheosis would be pointless
Deification an irritation
You must feel the sharp rock beneath your feet
Expect bleeding hands and bruises
The reward an occasional glimpse of a white peak [RA]

After dream,
how real
the iris

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well [Macbeth]

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.. [Antony and Cleopatra]

Ah, Faustus
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live
And then thou must be damned perpetually
Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven
That time may cease, and midnight never come.
Fair nature's eye, rise, rise again and make
Perpetual day, or let this hour be but
A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
O lente lente currite noctis equi:
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will
strike [Marlowe Faustus]

Ah vous, humains, vermine tenace [Apollinaire]

Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, not spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie
And yet you will weep and know why [Hopkins]

All changed, changed utterly
A terrible beauty is born [Yeats]

All day and night
Above the inn, the smithy and the shop
The aspens at the crossroads talk together [Edward Thomas]

All our joys are but fantastical [Webster]

All Persia sighed to kiss her small red mouth
Until they buried her in shifting sands [WJ Turner]

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream [Edgar Allan Poe]

All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying
They have but their growing prime
And man does flourish but his time
Survey our progress from our birth
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth
Courts adieu and all delights
All bewitching appetites
sweetest breath and clearest eye
Like perfumes go out and die
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun
Vain th'ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind
And weave but nets to catch the wind [Webster]

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. [Macbeth]

All the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white

All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts. [All's Well that Ends Well]

All things counter, original, spare, strange [Hopkins]

All tongues speak of him and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. [Julius Caesar]

Almost no grave allowed me. Like the lily That once was mistress of the field, and flourished I'll hang my head and perish. [Henry VIII]

Along the mountain path
The scent of plum-blossom
And, on a sudden, the rising sun.

Amère, sombre et sonore citerne
Sonnant dans l'âme un creux toujours futur! [Valéry]

amagaeru A little frog
basho ni norite Rides a banana leaf
soyogi keri Trembling

Amelette Ronsardelette,
Mignonnelette, doucelette,
Tres-chere hostesse de mon corps [Ronsard]

La si belle
Qu'on appelle
Petit Lou
Dites où
Donc est-elle
Et chez qui
- Mais chez Gui [Apollinaire]

An aged man is but a paltry thing
A tattered coat upon a stick [Yeats]

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king [Shelley]

And all is dross that is not Helena. [Marlowe]

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! [Macbeth]

And barren rage of death's eternal cold

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars [Yeats]

And by a sleep to say we end
The heart ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to....
But that the dread of something after death ... puzzles the will [Hamlet]

And eke out our performance with your minds. [Henry V]

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
Dropping from the veils of morning [Yeats]

And nothing can we call our own but death.
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. [Sonnet]

And now a bubble burst, and now a world. [Pope]

And pity like a naked new born babe
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye. [Macbeth]

And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun [Yeats]

And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot. [As You Like It]

And the mill groaning away
The tumble-down barn in the field
All of that has already been sometime
But long long ago forgotten. [Tolstoy trans. RMA]

And then I loved thee, and show'd thee all the qualities of the isle, the fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile; Cursed be that I did so ... You taught me language, and my profit on't is, I know how to curse.... [The Tempest]

And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon. [The Tempest]

And this man Is now become a god
When he walks, he moves like a engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. ...
He wants nothing to a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in. [Julius Caesar]

And weave but nets to catch the wind. [Duchess of Malfi]

And what he thought, he uttered with that easinesse, that wee have scarse received from him a blot in his papers for his wit can no more be hid, then it could be lost. [Heming and Condell]

And what is Life? - an hour-glass on the run
A mist retreating from the morning sun
A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;
Its length? - A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And happiness? - A bubble on the stream
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought [John Clare]

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? [Yeats]

And where the offence is, let the great axe fall. [Hamlet]

And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart? [Macbeth]

And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me; no nor woman neither,
Though by your smiling you seem to say so. [Hamlet]

Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade. [Marvell]

Anxius vixi, dubius morior

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire [Eliot]

Araño del silencio
Tejele tu misteria [Lorca]

Arbres sur qui je passe, ample et naive moire,
Eau de ramages peinte, et paix d'accompli,
Déchire-les, ma barque, impose-leur un pli
Qui coure du grand calme abolir la mémoire. [Valéry]

Arid fields,
the only life -
necks of cranes

As a cistern for foul toads
To knot and gender in! [Othello]

As if this flesh which walls about our life
Were brass impregnable [Richard II}

As love is full of unbefitting strains
All wanton as a child, skipping and vain
Formed by the eye and therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance

As mad as the vexed sea [King Lear]

As those two mourning eyes become thy face[Sonnet 133]

Assis sous le grand arbre de chagrin [St John Perse]

Assise, la fileuse au bleu de la croisée [Valéry]

At lacrimans exclusus amator ... foribus miser oscula figit [Lucretius]

At my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near [Marvell]

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go [Donne]

Au pied de l'échafaud, j'essaye encore ma lyre [Chenier]

Autumn -
even the birds
and clouds look old [Basho]

Avril, l'honneur et des bois
Et des mois
Avril, la douce espérance
Des fruicts qui sous le coton
Du bouton
Nourissent leur jeune enfance. [Belleau]

Awake! Awake! Awake!
On the wide world an all-questioning eye
Let new perceptions blaze
Let rockets and starshells
Startle the mind's black sky [RA]

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where,
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod, and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprisoned in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world [Measure for Measure]

Ay, qué camino tan largo!
!Ay, mi jaca valerosa!
!Ay, que la muerte me espera
antes de llegar a Córdoba! [Lorca]

Night thoughts are deeper [Euripides]

Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang [Sonnet 73]

Batter my heart, three-person'd God [Donne]

Be not afear'd. The isle is full of noises
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not [The Tempest]

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny [Hamlet]

Beau ciel, vrai ciel, regards-moi qui change!
Après tant d'orgeuil, après tant d'étrange
Oisiveté, mais pleine de pouvoir,
Je m'abandonne à ce brillant espace
Sur les maisons des morts mon ombre passe
Qui m'apprivoise à son frêle mouvoir. [Valéry]

Bebe el agua tranquila
de la cancion aneja.
!Arroyo claro
fuente serena! [Lorca]

Because I do not hope to turn again [Eliot]

Behind, the cloud
Ahead, the sea
Here now my bright integrity
I dive from here to there
Through the defining air [RA]

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do till you require.
While I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you. [Sonnet 57]

Bel Aubepin fleurissant
Verdissant [Ronsard]

Belle, jeune, brillante, aux bourreaux amenée,
Tu semblais t'avancer sur le char d'hymenée
Calme sur l'échafaud
O Vertu, le poignard, seul espoir de la terre [Chenier]

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream [Macbeth]

Beyond serenity,
grey kites
in twilight TAIGI

Beyond - the golden galaxy glitters
Below - the smooth water of being quivers
Within - the living crystal substance
Over all the uniform impersonal sky. [RA]

Bid me despair and I'll despair
Under that cypress tree
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee [Herrick]

Blanche com lys, plus que rose vermeille,
Resplendissant com rubis d'Oriant [Villon]

Blanche fille aux cheveux roux
Dont la robe par ses trous
Laisse voir la pauvreté
Et la beauté [Machault]

Blow away the Universe like a grain of dust [RA]

Blow wind, come wrack
At least we'll die with harness on our back [Macbeth]

Blow winds and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow You cataracts and hurricanoes [King Lear]

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! [Tennyson]

Brightness falls from the air
Queens have died young and fair
Dust hath closed Helen's eye
I am sick, I must die
Lord have mercy on us. [Nashe]

But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought [Sonnet 44]

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
And yonder all before us lie
Desarts of vast eternity
Thy beauty shall no more be found
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity
And your quaint honour turn to dust
And into ashes all my lust
The grave's a fine and private place
But none I think do there embrace [Marvell]

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time [Macbeth]

But keep the wolf far from thence that's foe to men
For with his nails he'll dig them up again. [Webster]

But let your love even with my life decay. [Sonnet 71]

But pleasures are like poppies spread-
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river-
A moment white - then melts for ever [Burns]

But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired [Richard II]

But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool
And time that takes survey of all the world
Must have a stop [Richard II}

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. [Sonnet 18]

But we are looking beyond the sun and stars, beyond the trivial vibration of the days, beyond these formsl years and the little fire of life.
Our eyes are lifted to endlessness, to complexity upon complexity,
Depth within depth, looking with the eye of everything, at all time and all space
The moment is transfixed by the stabbing mind, the evanescent fixed
Dissected, displayed -
Its bonds to all that is, all that was, stretched out, shown, arranged for instruction
We savour feeling, measure thought, lay a hard and controlling hand on existence
Infinitely we reflect ourselves in mirrors and stare out at ourselves [RA]

But we worldly men Have mad, miserable, mistaking eyes [Titus Andronicus]

But when the blast of war blows in our ears
Then imitate the action of the tiger [Henry V]

By a sleep to say we end
The heart ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.... [Hamlet]

By heaven, she is a dainty one.
Sweetheart, I were unmannerly to take you out
And not to kiss you. [Henry VIII]

By indirections find directions out [RA]

By the golden glowing star-cloud of the galaxies, I summon Gigi's eyes! [RA]

By the Lord, this love is mad as Ajax; it kills sheep; it kills me, I a sheep. ... By heaven, I do love; and it hath taught me to rhyme and be melancholy. [Ttitus Andronicus]

C'étaient de très grands forces en croissance sur toutes pistes de ce monde
qui vivaient aux actes du futur [St John Perse]

Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren
Since o'er shady groves they hover
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men. [Webster]

Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm
And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm
But keep the wolf far from thence, that's foe to men
For with his nails he'll dig him up again [Duchess of Malfi]

Can this cockpit
Hold the vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt. [Henry V]

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd
Pluck from the memory the rooted sorrow
Raze out the written troubles of the brain [Macbeth]

Cantan los niños
en la noche quieta;
!Arroyo claro
fuente serena! [Lorca]

Capsules de néant dans la bouche de l'homme [St John Perse]

Ce pur instant de mer qui précède la brise [St John Perse]

Ce toit tranquille, où marchent des colombes,
Entre les pins palpite, entre les tombes,
Midi le juste y compose de feux
La mer, la mer, toujours recommencée!
O récompense après une pensée
Qu'un long regard sur le calme des dieux.! [Valéry]

Ces grands textes.. ensemencés d'éclairs et semoncés d'orages [St John Perse]

Cette lancination du coeur qui force en nous l'exploit [Valéry]

Chûte superbe, fin si douce,
Oubli des luttes, quel délice
Que d'étendre à même la mousse
Après la danse, le corps lisse! [Valéry]

Clean starved for a look
And yet it may be said that I lov'd her dearly
But here's the joy, my friend and I are one [Sonnet 42]

Clear your mind from every care
Be bright and cool and fresh as air
Dissipate the mists of doubt
The smoking fire of wrath put out
Move freely in the world of change
Through fields and days ungrieving range
Not loving nor unloving calmly rest
Shining in stillness peace is best [RA]

Cloud capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.[The Tempest]

Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills, have melted into spring [Emily Bronte]

Cold winds blow across our hands, upon our faces [RA]

Come again with the feet
That were light on the green as a thistledown ball [Hardy]

Come live with me, and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands and crystal brooks
With silken lines and silver hooks [Marlowe]

Come not when I am dead
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save [Tennyson]

Come thick night...
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, hold, hold! [Macbeth]

Come, thou mortal wretch,
With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate
Of life at once untie. [Antony and Cleopatra]

Come to me in the silence of the night
Come in the speaking silence of a dream
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream
Come back in tears
O memory, hope, love of finished years

Come to my woman's breasts And take my milk for gall [Macbeth]

Come unto these yellow sands And then take hands [The Tempest]

Come you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts,
Unsex me now
And fill me from the crown to the toe top full
Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood [Macbeth]

Come, your answer in broken music, for thy voice is music, and thy English broken. [Henry V]

Comme ce Drake, dit-on, qui dînait seul en mer au son de ses trompettes [St John Perse]

Comme le fruit se fond en jouissance
Comme en délice il change son absence
Dans une bouche où sa forme se meurt,
Je hume ici ma future fumée,
Et le ciel chante à l'âme consumée
Le changement des rives en rumeur. [Valéry]

Comme un guetteur mélancolique
J'observe la nuit et la mort [Apollinaire]

temple bell
winter wind

Lejana y sola. [Lorca]

Cormorant devouring Time [Love's Labour's Lost]

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young [Duchess of Malfi]

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together [Passionate Pilgrim]

Cries of wild geese,
spread about me ISSA

abandoned nest
a plum tree BASHO

Cuckoo-echoing,bell-swarmed, lark-charmed,rook-racked, river-rounded [Hopkins]

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight
And burned is Apollo's laurel bough [Marlowe Faustus]

Cy gist et dort en ce sollier,
Qu'amours occist de son raillon,
Ung povre petit escollier,
Qui fust nommé François Villon.
Oncques de terre n'ot sillon. [Villon]

Daffodils that come before the swallow dares,
And take the winds of March with beauty [Winter's Tale]

Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste
But with a little, act upon the blood
Burn like the mines of sulphur. [Othello]

De Cádiz a Gibraltar
qué buen caminito!
El mar conoce mi paso
por los suspiros.
Ay, muchacha, muchacha,
cuanto barco en el puerte de Malaga! [Lorca]

De veoir France, que mon cueur amer doit.

Dear as remembered kisses after death
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret
O Death in Life, the days that are no more. [Tennyson]

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful [Donne]

Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note, may yet be done [Tennyson]

Death devours all lovely things. [Millay]

Death has a thousand doors [Webster]

Death is my heir [Romeo and Juliet]

Des cloches sonnent dans Paris
Il me semble que c'était avant la guerre

Desarts of vast eternity [Marvell]

Dew of the bramble
sharp white BUSON

Die Beilschen kichern und kosen
Und schaun nach den Sternen empor;
Heimlich erzählen die Rosen
Sich duftende Märchen ins Ohr.

Die Luft ist kühl, und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt
Im Abendsonnenschein. [Hölderlin]

Die Seele, der im Leben ihr göttlich Recht
Nicht ward, sie ruht auch drunten im Orkus nicht;
Doch ist mir einst das Heil'ge, das am
Herzen mir liegt, das Gedicht gelungen [Hölderlin

Diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation [Browne]

Do not expect again a phoenix hour
The triple-towered sky, the dove complaining [C Day Lewis]

Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light [Dylan Thomas]

Do you not love me? Do you not indeed?
Well, do not then, for since you love me not
I will not love myself. [Henry IV Pt 2]

Do you think I am easier to be play'd on than a pipe? [Hamlet]

Dormeuse, amas doré d'ombres et d'abandons [Valéry]

Dort liegt ein rotblühender Garten
Im stillen Mondenschein;
Die Lotosblumen erwarten
Ihr trautes Schwesterlein. [Heine]

Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds [Hamlet]

Down, thou climbing sorrow!
Thy element's below [King Lear]

Du savant comme du poète, c'est la pensée désintéressé..Car l'interrogation est la même qu'ils tiennent sur un même abîme, et seuls leurs modes d'investigation diffèrent...Au vrai, toute création de l'esprit est d'abord 'poétique' au sens propre du mot..De la pensée discursive ou de l'ellipse poétique, qui va plus loin, et de plus loin? Et de ce nuit originelle où tâtonnent deux aveugles-nés, l'un équipé de l'outillage scientifique, l'autre assisté des seules fulgurations de l'intuition, qui donc plus tôt remonte, et plus chargé de brève phospherescence? La réponse n'importe. Le mystère est commun... Aussi loin que la science recule ses frontières, et sur tout l'arc étendu de ces frontières, on entendra courir encore la meute chasseresse du poète. [St John Perse]

Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo
dulce loquentem. [Catullus]

Ego fui sola in silva
Et dilexi loca secreta
Frequenter effugi tumultum
Et vitavi populum multum [MSS of Salzburg]

Eh bien, j'ai trop vécu
Ah! lâches que nous sommes.
Tous, oui, tous. Adieu, terre, adieu.
Vienne, vienne la mort. [Chenier]

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume,
labuntur anni nec pietas moram
rugis et instanti senectae
adferet indomitaeque morti [Horace]

El mar conoce mi paso por los sospiros [Lorca]

Elle avait pris ce pli dans son âge enfantin,
De venir dans ma chambre un peu chaque matin
Elle entrait et disait: Bonjour, mon petit père! [Hugo]

Elles infestaient d'idées nouvelles la laine noire des typhons

Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
Se rompen las copas
de la madrugada
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra
Es inútil callarla
Es imposible
Llora monótona
como llora el agua
como llora el viento
sobre la nevada
Es imposible
callarla [Lorca]

En regardant vers le pais de France
Ung jour m'avint, … Dovre sur la mer [Charles d'Orleans]

Endurcis-toi vieux coeur entends les cris perçants
Que poussent les blessés au loin agonisants
Hommes poux de la terre ô vermine tenace. [Apollinaire]

England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame. [Richard II}

Entends siffler plus haut que mer la horde d'ailes migratices... l'essaim farouche d'une âme trés nombreuse en quête de son lieu.. [St John Perse]

Enter these enchanted woods [Midsummer Night's Dream]

Entre le vide et l'événement pur [Valéry]

Es hüpfen herbei und lauschen
Die frommen, klugen Gazell'n;
Und in der Ferne rauschen
Des heiligen Stromes Well'n. [Heine]

Et d'ici, nous goûtions le souffle de la mer! [Valéry]

Et dire qu'elle est morte! Hélas! que Dieu m'assiste;
Je n'étais jamais gai quand je la sentais triste [Hugo]

Et l'amertume est douce [St John Perse]

Et la lune perfide élève son miroir [Valéry]

Et le poète est avec vous - ses pensées parmi vous comme des tours de guet
Les songes qu'il osa, vous en ferez des actes [St John Perse]

Eternity was in our lips and eyes [Antony and Cleopatra]

Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace
Shall ne'er look back ... [Macbeth]

Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth. [Keats]

Exactly so the same horse plodded on
Dragging the very same sacks
Exactly so by the shaky old mill
The peasants sat on the grass. [Tolstoy trans. RMA]

Extraprocessit longe
Flammantia moenia mundi [Lucretius]

Eye sleeping eye! awaken!
See! the world waits for your attention
Open your emptiness to the fullness of existence
Bite on reality, drain it in,
Let the stars and the grass and my face
Spin into your depths
Ear! dreaming, insensitive ear!
Listen! the music is drifting through the night
The swan's wings beat in the wind [RA]

Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon
We have short time to stay, as you
We have as short a Spring
As quick a growth to meet decay
As you or anything [Herrick]

Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter. [Sonnet 87]

Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winter's rages
Thou thy worldly task has done
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must
As chimney-sweepers come to dust. [Cymbeline]

Fetter strong madness in a silken thread,
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. [Much Ado About Nothing]

Finish good lady, the bright day is done
And we are for the dark. [Antony and Cleopatra]

Fish say, they have their stream and pond
But is there anything beyond?
But somewhere, beyond space and time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime! [Brooke]

Flesh bridles me, spurs me
The sharp bit guides me, checks me
O the cruel rider of my mind
No free gallopings, no mane flowing in the wind
The ever-growing weight of corporeality weights me down
I am continually galled by the rubs of bone and skin
A centaur corporeally tormented [RA]

Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest [Hamlet]

Fontaine, ma fontaine, eau froidement présente [Valéry]

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind. [Eliot]

For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times
Turning th' accomplishment of many years Into an hour glass [Henry V]

For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure [Sonnet 52]

For God's sake let us sit upon the ground,
And tell sad stories of the deaths of kings. [Richard II}

For my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die [Tennyson]

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. [The Tempest]

For precious friends, hid in dateless night.[Sonnet 30]

For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes [Henry V]

For Time has burnt away all that was trivial and ugly in the Greek mind
and left us only these noble structures, standing against an eternally blue sky [RA]

Forty years -
how sharp
the insect's cry SHIRAO

Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves [Baudelaire]

Frail as a windflower [RA]

Free-willed I fall
Unbound I fly
I aim my life
At multiplicity [RA]

Frères humains, qui après nous vivez,
N'ayez les cuers contre nous endurcis [Villon]

From fairest creatures we desire increase
That thereby beauty's rose might never die [Sonnet 1]

From Fife, great King
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold [Macbeth]

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world [Love's Labour's Lost]

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange [The Tempest]

furu ike ya! The old pond, ah!
kawazu tobikamu A frog jumps in
Mizu no oto The water's sound! [Basho]

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Old time is still a-flying
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying [Herrick]

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. [Yeats]

Give me my robe, put on my crown,
I have Immortal longings in me. [Antony and Cleopatra]

Give me some music music moody food
Of us that trade in love.

Give me to drink mandragora
That I might sleep out this great gap of time [Antony and Cleopatra]

Giving form to the living stuff of the imagination

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright
But looked to near, have neither heat nor light. [Duchess of Malfi]

Go and catch a falling star
Get with child a mandrake root
Tell me where all past years are
Or who cleft the devil's foot
Teach me to hear mermaids singing
Or to keep off envy's stinging
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind [Donne]

Go bind up yon dangling apricocks
Which like unruly children make their sire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight ..
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays
That look too lofty in our commonwealth [Richard II}

Go, lovely Rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,

Go thy ways Kate,
That man i' the world who shall report he has
A better wife, let him in naught be trusted
For speaking false in that [Taming of the Shrew]

Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust [Cymbeline]

Good night sweet prince And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. [Hamlet]

Goodnight, goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow [Romeo and Juliet]

Grand âge, nous voici, prenez mésure du coeur d'homme [St John Perse]

Grands bois, vous m'effrayez commme des cathédrales [Baudelaire]

Graves only be men's works and death their gain [Timon of Athens]

Green, green, green -
herbs splash
the snow-field RAIZAN

Grief fills the room up of my absent child
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form
Then have I reason to be fond of grief. [King John]

Ha ha keep time. How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportion kept.
So is it in the music of men's lives ... [Richard III}

Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment [Richard III}

Had we but world enough and time
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our love's long day
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood
And you should if you choose, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empire and more slow [Marvell]

Half in love with easeful Death [Keats]

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy [Blake]

Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons,subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us,do we not die? [Merchant of Venice]

hatsu shigure First winter rain
suru mo komimo wo The monkey also seems to wish
hoshige nari For a little straw coat

Have I not made blind Homer sing to me? [RA]

He clasps the crag with crooked hands [Tennyson]

He dives into the King's soul [Henry VIII]

He doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus [Julius Caesar]

He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night [Marvell]

He has out-soared the shadow of our night
He is a portion of that loveliness
Which once he made more lovely [Shelley]

He hath a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly [Othello]

He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays
As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
As if he mock'd himself. [Julius Caesar]

He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone,
At his head a grass-green turf
At his heels a stone. [Hamlet]

He knows death to the bone -
Man has created death [Yeats]

He no more remembers his mother than an eight year old horse.
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.[Coriolanus]

He who the sword of heaven will bear, should be as holy as severe, pattern in himself to know, ... more nor less to others paying, than by self offences weighing, shame to him whose cruel striking, kills for faults of his own liking [Measure for Measure]

He's speaking now,
Or murmuring, where's my serpent of old Nile [Antony and Cleopatra]

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
We may outrun by violent swiftness that which we do run at
And lose by over running. [Henry VIII]

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicaean barks of yore
That gently o'er a perfumed sea
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore [Edgar Allan Poe]

Here at the fountain's sliding foot [Marvell]

Here at the small field's ending pause
Where the chalk wall falls to the foam and its tall ledges
Oppose the pluck
And knock of the tide
And the shingle scrambles after the sucking surf
and the gull lodges
A moment on its sheer side [Auden]

Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea mark of my utmost sail. [Othello]

Here love ends [Edward Thomas]

Here we are in a world that is hurtling into the future
Seeing reality recede from us like a rocket into space
The stab of light left on our retina [RA]

Here will we sit,
And let the sounds of music creep in our ears.
Soft stillness and the night become
The touches of sweet harmony. [Merchant of Venice]

Here's flowers for you.
Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram:
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun,
And with him rises weeping. [Winter's Tale]

His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. [Hamlet]

His mind and hand went together: And what he thought, he uttered with that easinesse, that wee have scarse received from him a blot in his papers. ... for his wit can no more be hid, then it could be lost. [Heming]

His silver skin laced with his golden blood [Macbeth]

Homme nouveau ... : les yeux encore brulés des mouches écarlates de sa nuit [St John Perse]

Hommes comme percés d'éclairs [St John Perse]

Honneur des Hommes, Saint LANGAGE, [Valéry]

How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be to sleep and feed? a beast, no more
Sure he that made us with such large discourse
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unus'd. [Hamlet]

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That hath such people in 't. [The Tempest]

How dull it is to pause, to make an end
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use
As tho' to breathe were life. [Tennyson]

How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphires, dreadful trade. [King Lear]

How if that fly had a father and mother?
How would he hang his slender gilded wings
And buzz lamenting doings in the air
Poor harmless fly
That with his pretty buzzing melody
Came here to make us merry, and thou hast killed him. [Titus Andronicus]

How long a time lies in one little word! [Richard II]

How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face [Yeats]

How now Thersites? What, lost in the labyrinth of thy fury? [Troilus and Cressida]

How pregnant sometimes his replies are; a happiness that often madness hits on. [Hamlet]

How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by night [Romeo and Juliet]

How sour sweet music is
When time is broke, and proportion kept.
So is it in the music of men's lives. [Richard III}

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music creep in our ears.
Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit Jessica.
Look how the floor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. [Merchant of Venice]

How to name the bigger light, and how the less, that burn by day and night. [The Tempest]

How ugly night comes breathing at his heels [Troilus and Cressida]

How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea
Whose action is no stronger than a flower? [Sonnet 65]

I am a feather for each wind that blows. [Winter's Tale]

I am about to weep; but thinking that
We are a Queen, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire. [Henry VIII]

I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart [Tennyson]

I am - but what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me, like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes

I long for scenes where man has never trod -
For scenes where woman never smiled or wept -
There to abide with my Creator, God
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept
Full of high thoughts, unborn. So let me lie
The grass below; above, the vaulted sky [John Clare]

I am Duchess of Malfi still. [Webster]

I am dying, Egypt, dying [Antony and Cleopatra]

I am hungry for revenge
And now I cloy me with beholding

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog
That I might love thee something [Timon of Athens]

I am sick of this false world [Timon of Athens]

I am the enemy you killed, my friend [Wilfred Owen]

I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs [As You Like I]

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs [Keats]

I cared for the shape of sound that their names made in my ears [Dylan Thomas]

I cared for the colours the words cast on my eyes [Dylan Thomas]

I caught this morning morning's minion [Hopkins]

I count religion but a childish toy
And hold there is no sin but ignorance [Marlowe]

I fell in love and am still at the mercy of words

I grieve for a lost land, as the gulls swim
Easily on air, parodying pain []

I had been happy, if the general camp
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body
So I had nothing known. O! now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war. [Othello]

I have a long journey to take, and must bid the company farewell [Raleigh]

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world ... [Richard II}

I have caught
An everlasting cold. I have lost my voice
Most irrecoverably. [Webster]

I have come to the borders of sleep
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight
Or winding, soon or late,
They cannot choose. [de la Mare]

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb
And out of the swing of the sea [Hopkins]

I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf [Macbeth]

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons [Eliot]

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces [Yeats]

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other. [Macbeth]

I have supp'd full with horrors [Macbeth]

I have ventured Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth. [Henry VII]

I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking [Othello]

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee [Othello]

I knew a phoenix in my youth [Yeats]

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine
With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine [Midsummer Night's Dream]

I know death hath ten thousand several doors [Duchess of Malfi]

I lived a million years ago
And am not yet born
This moment now is always [RA]

I long to believe in immortality [Keats]

I look young for your sake [RA]


I loved you! That love in me
Is not yet wholly faded.
But let it no more disturb you.
I do not want in any way to grieve you.
I loved you, in silence, in hopelesness.
Now timidly, now jealously I languished
So truly, so tenderly I loved you
God grant another may love you so! [Pushkin trans. RMA]

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high [Hood]

I remember the black wharves and the slips
And the sea-tides tossing free
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips
And the beauty and mystery of the ships
And the magic of the sea [Longfellow]

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
Follow your spirit [Henry V]

I shall pass like a cloud on the waves - pitched into my great lake of melancholy [Woolf]

I sing of a maiden that is makeless
King of all kings to her son she bore
He cam also still there his moder was
As dew in April that falleth on the grass [Trad.]

I sit and look at the road
At the grey and gloomy sky
At the lake-shore sloping down
At the distant smoke of villages. [Tolstoy trans. RMA]

I sit, and play with similes [Wordsworth]

I tell thee, I am mad in Cressid's love.
Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice. [Troilus and Cressida]

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless [EB Browing]

I vibrate in an infinity of mirrors [Valéry]

I wasted time and now doth time waste me [Richard II]

I wear not my dagger in my mouth [Hamlet]

I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world [Yeats]

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore [Yeats]

I will speak daggers to her, but use none. [Hamlet]

I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died they say 'a made a good end. [Hamlet]

I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys [Merchant of Venice]

Iam nix glaciesque liquescit
Folium et herba virescit
Philomena iam cantat in alto
Ardet amor cordis in antro [MSS of Salzburg]

If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing that none but fools would keep ... Merely, thou art death's fool ...
Thou art not thyself for thou exists on many a thousand grains that issue out of dust. [Measure for Measure]

If I had had time, I would have made myself remembered [Measure for Measure]

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms. [Measure for Measure]

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly. If th' assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be all and the end all here
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time
We'd jump the life to come. [Macbeth]

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! [Twelfth Night]

If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all [Keats]

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
For nimble thought can jump both land and sea [Sonnet 44]

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd. [Sonnet 59]

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not [Macbeth]

Il faut gagner ma vie en aimant. []

Il n'y a qu'un remède à l'amour: aimer d'avantage. [Pascal]

Il neigeait. On était vaincu par sa conquète.
Pour la première fois, l'aigle baissait la tête.
Sombres jours! l'empereur revenait lentement,
Laissant derrière lui brûler Moscou fumant. [Hugo]

Ille mi par esse deo videtur
ille, si fas est, superare divos,
qui sedens adversus identidem te
spectat et audit
dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis
eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi,
Lesbia, vocis.
lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus
flamma demanat, sonitu suopte
tintinant aures, gemina teguntur
lumina nocte. [Catullus]

In dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd
I cried to dream again. [The Tempest]

In my heart the strong and swelling evil of my conception. [Measure for Measure]

In Nature's infinite book of secrecy [Antony and Cleopatra]

In sleep a king, but waking no such matter. [Sonnet 87]

In such a night
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea banks, and waft her love
To come again to Carthage. [Merchant of Venice]

In summertime on Bredon [Housman]

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago [Christina Rossetti]

In the dead vast and middle of the night [Hamlet]

In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart [Yeats]

In the gloom of whiteness
In the great silence of snow [Edward Thomas]

In the green shade the coloured phrases
Swoop and glide
In this garden there is sun and wind and the blue sky
The shimmer of leaves in the light
And the birds sing!
Great trees and small bright shrubs [RA]

In the quick working forge and working house of thought [Henry V]

In this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love [Romeo and Juliet]

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise
Into the living sea of waking dreams
Where there is neither life of sense nor joys
But the huge shipwreck of my own esteem [John Clare]

Is it not passing brave to be a King
And ride in triumph through Persepolis? [Marlowe]

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night? [Sonnet 61]

Is love a generation of vipers? [Troilus and Cressida]

Is man no more than this? ... unaccommodated man is such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. [King Lear]

Is there anything beautiful in the world? Is there anything gentle? Is there anything to die loving? [RA]

Is there no way for men to be, but women
Must be half workers? [Cymbeline]

It goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. [Hamlet]

It has imagined Virgil, Hector and Cassandra
The sack of Troy and the weeping for Hector [WJ Turner]

It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing. [Macbeth]

It is engender'd in the eyes
With gazing fed [Merchant of Venice]

It is not poetry but prose run mad [Pope]

It is the blight man was born for
It is Margaret you mourn for. [Hopkins]

It is the bright day that brings forth the adder. [Julius Caesar]

It is to be all made of sighs and tears
It is to be all made of faith and service
It is to be all made of fantasy
All made of passion, and all made of wishes
All adoration, duty, and observance
All humbleness, all patience and impatience
All purity, all trial, all obeisance. [As You Like It]

It rains and nothing stirs within the fence
Anywhere through the orchard's dense
Forest of parsley. The great diamonds
Of rain on the grassblades [Edward Thomas]

It was not in the winter
Our loving lot was cast
It was the time of roses
We plucked them as we past [Hood]

It was the nightingale, and not the lark
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings upon yon pomegranate tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale [Merchant of Venice]

It were all one
That I should love a bright particular star
And think to wed it [All's Well that ends Well]

It's no go my honey-love, it's no go my poppet

It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow [Macneice]

Item, mon corps je donne et laisse
A nostre grant mere la terre [Villon]

J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans [Baudelaire]

J'ay bonnes rains, ce m'est vis,
Bon dos, bon cul de Paris,
Cuisses et gambes bien faictes;
Sui je, sui je, sui je belle?

J'ay dur sain et hault assis,
Lons bras, gresles doys aussis,
Et par le faulz sui greslette;
Dittes moy se je suis belle. [Deschamps]

Jaca negra, luna grande,
y aceitunas en mi alforja
Aunque sepa los caminos
yo nunca llegara a Córdoba. [Lorca]

Je hay l'Anglois mutin, et le brave Escossais,
Le traistre Bourguignon, et l'indiscret François [du Bellay]

Je sui gaye et foliette;
Dittes moy se je suis belle. [Deschamps]

Je suis en toi le secret changement [Valéry]

Je suis la rose
Fraîche et mi-close
Je me marie
Je suis flétrie

Je suis un lys
Vienne mon fils
La blanche fleur
Penche et se meurt. [Apollinaire]

Je surgis de ma profonde absence! [Valéry]

Judicious punishment; 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters my daughter
Or rather a disease that's in my flesh [King Lear]

kare eda ni A branch shorn of leaves
karasu no tomari keri A crow perching on it -
aki no kure This autumnal eve

Karissima, noli tardare
Studeamus nos nunc amare [MSS of Salzburg]

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them [Romeo and Juliet]

kusa mura ya Among the grasses,
na mo shiranu An unknown flower
shiroku saku Blooming white

L'éclat insoutenable du langage [St John Perse]

L'alliance mystèrieuse et extra-juste des idées ou des mots. [Valéry]

L'ardente migration d'abeilles - une âme nombreuse en quête de son lieu [St John Perse]

L'homme est le grand abîme - pupille ouverte sur l'abîme
Agrandissement de l'oeil aux plus hauts mers intérieures [St John Perse]

L'insect nette gratte la sécheresse [Valéry]

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté
Luxe, calme et volupté [Baudelaire]

Lève la tête, homme du soir.
La grand rose des ans tourne à ton front serein [St John Perse]

La fuente y el arroyo
de la cancion aneja. [Lorca]

La glaive arma ton bras, fille grande et sublime[]

La Horde des Siècles a passé là
L'Océan des choses nous assiège [ Perse]

La luna gira en el cielo
sobre las tierras sin agua
mientras el verano siembra
rumores de tigre y llama.

La niña de bello rostro
está cogiendo aceitunas
El viento, galán de torres,
la prende por la cintura
Pasaron cuatro jinetes
sobre jacas andaluzas
con trajes de azul y verde
con largas capas oscuras
Vente a Córdoba muchacha
La niña no los escucha [Lorca]

La plus veritable profoundeur est la limpide [Valéry]

La rosa
no buscaba la rosa
Inmóvil por el cielo
buscaba otra cosa.

La rosa
no buscaba ni ciencia ni sombra:
confín de carne y sueno
buscaba otra cosa. [Lorca]

La royne Blanche comme lis,
Qui chantoit à voix de seraine;
Berte au grant pié
Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine,
Qu'Englois brulerent à Rouen
Où sont elles,Vierge souvraine?
Mais où sont les neiges d'antan! [Villon]

Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire [Tennyson]

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. [As You Like It]

Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm [Auden]

Le coeur dur, l'oeil distrait des beautés que je bats,
Laissant autour de moi mûrir des cercles d'onde,
Je veux à larges coups rompre l'illustre monde
De feuilles et de feu que je chante tout bas. [Valéry]

Le gentil rossignolet
Découpe dessous l'ombrage
Mille fredons babillars
Au doux chant de son ramage [Belleau]

Le Mathématicien en quête d'une issue au bout de ses galéries de glace [Valéry]

Le messager de mort ...
Remplissant de mon nom ces longs corridors sombres

Le poème - cette hésitation prolongée entre le son et le sens. [Valéry]

Le vent se lève. Hâte-toi. La voile bat au long du mât.. La brise mène au bleu du large ses couleuvres d'eau verte. [Valéry]

Le vent se lève! ... il faut tenter de vivre!
L'air immense ouvre et referme mon livre,
La vague en poudre ose jaillir des rocs! [Valéry]

Le vrai rongeur, le ver irréfutable
N'est point pour vous qui dormez sous la table
Il vit de vie, il ne me quitte pas! [Valéry]

Córtame la sombra
Líbrame del suplicio
de verme sin toronjas. [Lorca]

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery; nothing else holds fashion. [Troilus and Cressida]

Les flûtes sauvages du malheur [St John Perse]

Les routes de Musique et de Poésie se croisent. [Valéry]

Les songlots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon coeur
D'une langueur
Monotone. [Verlaine]

Les tambours du néant cèdent aux fifres de lumière. Et l'Océan, de toutes parts, foulant son poids de roses mortes,
Sur nos terrasses de calcium lève sa tête du Tétrarque! [St John Perse]

Les yeux encore brûlés des mouches écarlates de sa nuit [St John Perse]

Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them...
And have we not affections,
Desires for sport and frailty, as men have? [Othello]

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come [Sonnet 116]

Let me sometimes dance
With you
Will you come?
Will you ride
At my side
O, will you come? [Edward Thomas]

Let the famished flesh slide from the bone
Ere thou relieve the beggar. Give to dogs
What thou deniest to men. Let prisons swallow 'em
Debts wither 'em to nothing [Timon of Athens]

Let the question burn in you
Be reflected in the million mirrors of the mind [RA]

Let us all sing fancy's knell I'll begin it,
Ding, dong, bell. [All's Well That Ends Well]

Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run [Donne]

Let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings [Richard II]

Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs
Make dust our paper and write with rainy eyes
With sorrow on the bosom of the earth
Let's choose executors and talk of wills [Richard II}

Leur vol est connaissance, l'espace est leur aliénation [St John Perse]

Life, being weary of these worldly bars
Never lacks power to dismiss itself [Julius Caesar]

Light thickens and the crow
Makes wing to th' rooky wood [Macbeth]

Like along-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence [Yeats]

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end:
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend. [Sonnet 60]

Like plumtrees that grow crooked over standing pools [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

Like to the Pontick sea
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont [Othello]

Look long at the flower
Listen long to the wind
Listen long to the wind in the leaves
We are moving on
We are moving on. [RA]

Look, stranger, on this island now
The leaping light for you discovers,
Stand stable here
And silent be
That through the channels of the ear
May wander like a river
The swaying sound of the sea [Auden]

Look thy last on all things lovely,
Every hour [de la Mare]

Looking on darkness which the blind do see
They look into the beauty of thy mind [Sonnet]

Lord Angelo; a man whose blood is very snow broth; [Measure for Measure]

Love ...
That cordial drop heaven in our cup has thrown
To make the nauseous draught of life go down [Rochester]

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. [Donne]

Love goes towards love as schoolboys from their books
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. [Romeo and Juliet]

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
What is it else? A madness most discreet
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. [Romeo and Juliet]

Love is ane fervent fire
Kindled without desire
Short pleasure, long displeasure [Alexander Scott]

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind [Midsummer Night's Dream]

Love not yourselves; away
Rob one another [Timon of Athens]

Lugete, Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum,
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat: [Catullus]

Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive
And drown themselves in riot [Timon of Athens]

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend
Which is the mightier

Mad in pursuit, and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme
A bliss in proof, and prov'd, a very woe. [Sonnet 129]

Magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn [Keats]

Mais moi, Narcisse aimé. Je ne suis curieux
Que de ma seule essence
Tout autre n'est qu'absence. [Valéry]

Makes black night beauteous [Sonnet 27]

Man has never been the same since God died. [RA]

Man is what it is
Sink mines into it
Minds sink into it
Towards the centre it gets hotter and heavier
Things start to change
The pressure compels novelty [RA]

Man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep. [Measure for Measure]

Me tamen urit amor [Virgil]

Memory fades, must the remembered
Perishing be? [de la Mare]

Mer antèrieure à notre chant - Mer ignorance du futur [St John Perse]

Mer hantée du songe vrai [St John Perse]

Mes mots viennent de loin [Valéry]

Methought I heard a voice cry, sleep no more.
Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds,great nature's second course
Chief nourisher to life's feast
Stili it cried, sleep no more [Macbeth]

Might there not be a charity in sin to save this brother's life? [Measure for Measure]

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée
Et son teint au vostre pareil [Ronsard]

Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
ibi illa multa tum iocosa fiebant
quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat.
fulsere vere candidi tibi soles. [Catullus]

mizu soko na Under the water
iwa ni ochitsuku On the rock resting
kono ha kana The fallen leaves

Mon cri de vivant sur la chaussée des hommes de ma race [St John Perse]

Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur
D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble! [Baudelaire]

Moonlit night -
by melon flowers,
fox sneezes SHIRAO

More of your conversation would infect my brain [Coriolanus]

Mountains and hills, come fall on me
And hide me from the heavy wrath of God [Marlowe Faustus]

Movement rests still in time
Reality locks together past and future
Everything Here: Everytime Now [RA]

deep into mist
chrysanthemums SAMPU

Music do I hear? Ha ha keep time.
How sour sweet music is
When time is broke and no proportion kept.
So is it in the music of men's lives ...
This music mads me. Let it sound no more. [Richard II}

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes [Tennyson]

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy
If the true concord of well tuned sounds
By unions married, do offend thine ear
Mark how one string, each husband to another,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing,
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one [Sonnet 8]

Music when soft voices die
Vibrates in the memory
Odours when sweet violets sicken
Live within the sense they quicken [Shelley]

Must you sacrifice your body to your mind? [RA]

My apprehensions come in crowds;
I dread the rustling of the grass
The very shadows of the clouds
Have power to shake me as they pass [Wordsworth]

My brain I'll prove the female to my soul my soul the father, and these two beget A generation of still breeding thoughts. [Richard II]

My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense as though of hemlock I had drunk [Keats]

My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar [Julius Caesar]

My heart is like a singing bird [Christina Rossetti]

My inch of taper will be burnt and done
And as the long divorce of steel falls on me
The net has fallen upon me.
I shall perish under device and practice. [Henry VIII]

My little body is aweary of this great world [Merchant of Venice]

My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend [Timon of Athens]

My love is of a birth as strange
As tis for object strange and high
It was begotten by despair
Upon impossibility. [Marvell]

My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,
Shall with their goat feet dance an antic hay [Marlowe Edward II]

My mother groaned, my father wept
Into the dangerous world I leapt
Helpless, naked, piping loud
Like a fiend hid in a cloud [Blake]

My mother had a maid called Barbary
She was in love, and he she loved proved mad [Othello]

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. [Shelley]

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares
my feast of joy is but a dish of pain
My crop of corn is but a field of tares
And all my good is but vain hope of gain
The day is past and yet I saw no sun
And now I live and now my life is done [Chiddiack Tichborne]

My soul into the boughs does glide [Marvell]

My soul, like to a ship in a black storm
Is driven, I know not whither [Webster The White Devil]

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Marlowe]

Nana, niño, nana
de caballo grande
que no quiso el agua
Duérmete, clavel
que el caballo no quiere beber. [Lorca]

Near the mill, which is old and shaky,
Some peasants sit on the grass.
A farmcart with a broken-down horse
Moves slowly, heaped with sacks. [Tolstoy trans. RMA]

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita
Ahi quanto a dir qual era e cosa dura
questa selva selvaggia ed aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinnova la paura! [Dante]

Ni vu ni connu
Je suis le parfum
Vivant et défunt
Dans le vent venu! [Valéry]

Night frost
pulsing wings
of mandarin ducks SOGI

Night's candles are burnt out [Romeo and Juliet]

No doubt the wind knows what it is doing
No doubt the word knows what it is doing [RA]

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell [Sonnet 71]

No one ever was so fair
As I thought you
Not a word can I bear
Spoken against you
No one so much as you
Loves this my clay
Or would lament as you
Its dying day [Edward Thomas]

Nobilis, mei
Miserere precor
Tua facies
Ensis est quo necor
Nam medullitus
Amat meum te cor
Amor improbus
Omnia superat
Subveni [MSS Benedictbeuern]

Non piu andro per campi odorosi
Non piu l'arancio
Mi guardera con occhi dorati
Nemmeno il vento per me
Vorra la tua mano afiorare
Va tutta in fumo la contrada
Comincia l'invierno degli anni
Dei ricordi de triste follia []

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade [Sonnet]

Nor the furious winter's rages [Cymbeline]

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair,, not feast on thee [Hopkins]

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rime [Sonnet 55]

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come [Sonnet 117]

Not poppy, nor mandragora
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday. [Othello]

Nothing is here for tears [Milton]

Notre stance est legère sur le charroi des ans [St John Perse]

Nought but the vast sorrow was there -
The sweet cheat gone. [de la Mare]

Nous avions rendezvous avec le fin d'un âge [St John Perse]

Nous n'irons plus au bois, les lauriers sont coupés [de Banville]

Nous voici sur nos routes sans bornes [St John Perse]

Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd [Antony and Cleopatra]

Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night
The hum of either army stilly sounds ...
Steed threatens steed in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and, from the tents,
The armourers accomplishing the knights
With busy hammers closing rivets up [Henry V]

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live
And then thou must be damned perpetually
Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven
That time may cease, and midnight never come.
Fair nature's eye, rise, rise again and make
Perpetual day, or let this hour be but
A year, a month, a week, a natural day,
That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
O lente lente currite noctis equi:
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike
The devil will come and Faustus must be damn'd.
O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down?
See see where Christ's blood streams in the firmanent
One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah my Christ. [Marlowe Faustus]

Now is the time for the slaughtering of trees [RA]

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York [Richard III}

Now, my eye's the world
Now a perfect sphere
Through time hurled
Glittering, coldly here. [RA]

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; [Tennyson]

Now slides the silent meteor on [Tennyson]

Now to be with you, elate, unchecked
My kestrel joy [Hopkins]

Now we see we have grasped only a fragment
Tunnel-vision of a universe
Robbed by our finity and minuteness [RA]

Nuestras vidas son los rios
que van a dar en la mar
que es el morir:
allí van los senorios
derecho a se acabar
y consumir;
allí los rios caudales
allí los otros medianos
y más chicos:
allegados, son iguales
los que viven por sus manos
y los ricos. [Manrique]

Nur einen Sommer gönnt, ihr Gewaltigen!
Und einen Herbst zu reifem Gesange mir,
Das williger mein Herz, vom süssen
Spiele gesättiget, dann mir sterbe. [Hölderlin

O aching time! O moments big as years! [Keats]

O beaux yeux bruns, o regards destournez
O chaus souspirs, o larmes respandues
O noires nuiz vainement attendues
O jours luisans vainement retournez! [Louise Labé]

O body swayed to music, O brightening glance
How can we know the dancer from the dance? [Yeats]

O-botaru A huge firefly
yurari-yurari Waveringly
tori keri Passes by

O brave new world,
That has such people in't. [The Tempest]

O Courbes, méandre,
Secrets du menteur,
Est-il art plus tendre
Que cette lenteur? [Valéry]

O curse of marriage
That we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their appetites. [Othello]

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon
Irrecoverably dark [Milton]

O diamonds of the mind! O my diamond girl!
O diamond flashing, vibrating at the centre of my brain! [RA]


O fins d'automnes, hivers, printemps trempés de boue,
Endormeuses saisons! je vous aime et vous loue [Baudelaire]

O flexanima atque omnium regina rerum Oratio [Pacuvius]

O for the dreaming, enchanting, incantatory voice!
The drift of music through the words
The murmur of all repose
Rest and sweetness
The warmth of half-asleep
Drowned in honey
The sweet remembered years [RA]

O fraicheur, ô fraicheur retrouvée parmi les sources du langage [Valéry]

O full of scorpions is my mind [Macbeth]

O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world! [Hamlet]

O God of battles, steel my soldiers' hearts. [Henry V]

O good my lord, no Latin; I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. ... Pray speak in English. [Henry VIII]

O grande âme, il est temps que tu formes un corps! [St John Perse]

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days [Sonnet 65]

O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing, and giving odour. [Twelfth Night]

O King, consider! My sons, be heroes![RA]

O last regret, regret can die! [Tennyson]

O little self, within whose smallness lies
All that man was and is and will become
Atom unseen that comprehends the skies
And tells the tracks to which the planets roam;
That without moving knows the joys of wings
The tiger's strength, the eagle's secrecy
And on the level can consort with kings
To clothe a God with his own mystery. [Masefield]

O litus vita mihi dulcius, o mare! felix
cui licet ad terras ire subinde meas!
o formosa dies! hoc quondam rure solebam
Naiadas alterna sollicitare manu!
hic fontis lacus est, illic sinus egerit algas:
haec statio est tacitis fida cupidinibus.
pervixi: neque enim fortuna malignior unquam
eripiet nobis quod prior hora dedit. [Petronius Arbiter]

O mémoire, prends souci de tes roses de sel [St John Perse]

O Mer, fulguration durable! Miroir offerte à l'Outre-songe!

O Mer sans âge ni raison
O Mer sans hâte ni saison
Mer antèrieure à notre chant

O Mer sans gardes ni clôtures, ô Mer sans vignes ni cultures,
où s'étend l'ombre cramoisie des Grands!

O Mer sans hardes ni clôtures
O Mer sans vignes ni cultures [St John Perse]

O mistress mine! where are you roaming? [Twelfth Night]

O mon silence! ... Edifice dans l'âme [Valéry]

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June [Burns]

O now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind ....
Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war [Othello]

O Proserpina!
For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty, violets dim
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes [Winter's Tale]

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
in the howling storm [Blake]

O serments! ô parfums! ô baisers infinis! [Baudelaire]

O she doth teach the torches to burn bright
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear
Her bed is India; there she lies, a pearl [Romeo and Juliet]

O sir, you are old.
Nature stands in you on the very verge Of his confine.
You should be ruled [King Lear]

O soul, be changed into little water drops
And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found;
My God, my God, look not so fierce on me! [Marlowe Faustus]

O tell me where is fancy bred [Merchant of Venice]

O that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek. [Romeo and Juliet]

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew [Hamlet]

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. [Hopkins]

O those dove's eyes Which can make gods forsworn? [Othello]

O thou weed
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst never been born. [Othello]

O toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais [Baudelaire]

O tourbillons de poussière [Apollinaire]

O Unicorn among the cedars
To whom no magic charm can lead us
White childhood moving like a sigh
through the green woods unharmed in thy
Sophisticated innocence [Auden]

O very mad, exceeding mad, in love too. But he would bite none. [Henry VIII]

O weep for Adonais! [Shelley]

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful in the contempt and anger of his lip! [Twelfth Night]

O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown
The expectancy and rose of the fair state
The glass of fashion, and the mould of form
The observed of all observers, quite, quite, down! [Hamlet]

O what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, [Blake]

O who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? ...
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? [Richard II]

O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old? [Yeats]

O withered is the garland of the war
The soldiers' pole is fallen; young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone [Antony and Cleopatra]

O! call back yesterday, bid time return [Richard II]

ô mutisme des forts [St John Perse]

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. [Catullus]

Of glass shining, of purest water
Facets and shadows, faces flowing, flowering
Regular translation of ever-changing light
Seeing and being, the glass, the river flowing
A star in the crystal infinitely multiplied
Cool and without taste the mind's clear water
Lightning in the dark, lightening of the heart
Structure of feeling, structure of perception
Seeing in the Sunlight, the sun-light [RA]

Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
roves back the rose [de la Mare]

Oh! how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness
through another man's eyes. [As You Like It]

Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot
But he 'll remember with advantages.
What feats he did that day. [Henry V]

Old men of less truth than tongue [Sonnet 17]

Once and a million times we acquired language to master our world [RA]

One that loved not wisely, but too well [Othello]

Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass [Richard III]

Or est poème ce qui ne se peut résumer. On ne résume pas une mélodie. [St John Perse]

Ose l'abîme! [Valéry]

Others abide our question. Thou art free
We ask and ask: thou smilest and art still
Out-topping knowledge [Arnold]

Oui, ce fut un long temps d'attente et de sécheresse, où la mort nous guettait à toutes chûtes de l'écrit. Et l'ennui fut si grand, parmi nos toiles peintes, l'écoeurement en nous si grand, derrière nos masques, de toute l'oeuvre célébrée! [St John Perse]

Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners [Othello]

Our dreadful marches changed to delightful measures
Grim visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front
And now ... he capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. [Richard III}

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances. [Macneice]

Our King has all the Indies in his arms [Henry VIII]

Our myriad-minded Shakespeare [Coleridge]

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision [The Tempest]

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought [Shelley]

Out of the shot and danger of desire [Hamlet]

Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night [Edward Thomas]

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. [Hamlet]

Out you mad headed ape, a weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are tossed with. In faith, I'll know your business, Harry [Henry IV Pt 1]

Outward! Mind beyond mind
All to be transformed
All to be preserved [RA]

Over the rutted, muddy road
Beside the fishermen's dripping nets
The carriage travels on
And I sit there and dream.
There is a boy playing a pipe
He has made it from a green stalk.
Startled, wild ducks in flight
Over the lake call and cry.
Near the tumbledown old mill
Some peasants sit on the grass.
A farmcart with a broken-down horse
Moves slowly, heaped with sacks.
Oh! It all seems so familiar!
But I have never been here before.
The roof of that house in the distance
The boy, the trees over there, the water flowing.
All of this has happened before
But when? I cannot remember! [Alexei Tolstoy]

Pale primroses that die unmarried,
Ere they can behold bright Phoebus in his strength [Winter's Tale]

Parting is such sweet sorrow [Romeo and Juliet]

Peau de panthère et chlamyde trouée
De mille et milles idoles du soleil [Valéry]

Penché contre un grand fleuve, infiniment mes rames
M'arrachent à regret aux riants environs;
Ame aux pesantes mains, pleines des avirons,
Il faut que le ciel cède au glas des lentes lames. [Valéry]

Pity's sleeping [Timon of Athens]

Plate sin with gold
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. [King Lear]

Play with your fancies, and in them behold
Upon the hempen tackle, ship boys climbing
Hear the shrill whistle.
Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe [Henry V]

Poetry is both perception and the thing perceived [RA]

Poetry is one garden
Where petals lie on petals
Old roses bloom again
In newly-opened eyes
Ancient apples blossom
In our springing year
Shakespeare's golden rain
Revives the inert earth [RA]

Poetry is real if it moves mountains [RA]

Poor harmless fly
That with his pretty buzzing melody
Came here to make us merry, and thou hast killed him. [Titus Andronicus]

Poor honest lord, brought low by his own heart [Titus Andronicus]*

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth [Sonnet 146]

Por el llano, por el viento,
jaca negra, luna roja,
La muerte me est´ mirando
desde las torres de Cordoba

Por el llano, por el viento,
jaca negra, luna roja,
La muerte me esta mirando
desde las torres de Córdoba

Por qué nací entre espejos?

Pray, do not mock me
I am a very foolish fond old man [King Lear]

Premier, je donne ma povre ame
A la benoiste Trinité [Francois Villon]

Present time and remotest past
All history spent and yet to come
My grave at the end of this line
Beside my birthplace [RA]

Profondeurs, profondeurs, songes qui me voyez [Valéry]

Quand vous serez bien vieille, au soir, à la chandelle,
Assise auprès du feu, devidant et filant,
Direz chantant mes vers, en vous esmerveillant:
Ronsard me celebroit du temps que j'estois belle. [Ronsard]

Que m'importe que tu sois sage?
Sois belle! et sois triste! Les pleurs
Ajoutent un charme au visage,
Comme le fleuve au paysage:
L'orage rajeunit les fleurs. [Baudelaire]

Que tienes en tus manos
de primavera?
Una rosa de sangre
y una azucena. [Lorca]

Quel pur travail de fins éclairs consume
Maint diamant d'imperceptible écume,
Et quel paix semble se concevoir!
Ouvrages purs d'une éternelle cause,
Le Temps oscille et le Songe est savoir. [Valéry]

Quien te enséño el camino
de los poetas? [Lorca]

Quiero dormir el sueño de las manzanas

Quiero vivir sin verme
!Ay qué trabajo me cuesta
quererte como yo te quiero! [Lorca]

Quis color ille vadis, seras cum propulit umbras
Hesperus et viridi perfudit monte Mosellam!
tota natant crispis iuga motibus et tremit absens
pampinus et vitreis vindemia turget in unda. [Ausonius]

Rain in the leaves, better than music
A blue haze drifts over the roses
The rich earth has many possibilities
Of leaf and stem and fruit
A spring of language after a long winter [RA]

Raised by that curious engine, your white hand. [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

Rattle his bones over the stones [Noel]

Reason thus with life: if I do lose thee, I do lose a thing that none but fools would keep ... Merely, thou art death's fool ... Thou art not thyself for thou exists on many a thousand grains that issue out of dust. [Measure for Measure]

In the dragonfly's eye


Rians vairs yeulx, qui mon cuer avez pris [Christine de Pisan]

Rise up and call a mountain Popocatapepl
And a green-leafed wood Oleander [WJ Turner]

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! [Yeats]

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud [Sonnet 35]

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May [Sonnet 18]

Rougir d'être la Pythie... [Valéry]

Rue, even for ruth, here shortly shall be seen
In the remembrance of a weeping Queen [Richard II}

Sabrina fair
Listen where thou are sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair [Milton]

Se hâter, se hâter, l'angle crôit [St John Perse]

Se ha llenado de luces
mi corazón de seda
de campanas perdidas
de lirios y de abejas
y yo me iré muy lejos
mas alla de esas sierras
mas alla de los mares
cerca de las estellas
para pedirle a Cristo
Señor que me devuelva
mi alma antigua de nino
madura de leyendas
con el gorro de plumas
y el sable de madera. [Lorca]

Se souvent vais au moustier
C'est tout pour veoir la belle
Fresche com rose nouvelle [Christine de Pisan]

Se ven desde las barandas
por el monte, monte, monte,
mulos y sombras de mulos
cargado de girasoles [Lorca]

Sea-wave, mountain-wave, mind-wave
Pluck of wind through these cold thoughts
Crash of the avalanche of water
Tumbling spume of rocks and words
In these wastes to die
Thirsting in the midst of water
Dry thoughts, dying thoughts
Skating down the mountain-sides
Scree foaming, death on green precipices
Beyond these waves, beyond all idea
In the valleys that surely rest beyond
There is peace perhaps, there is joy
End of the salt-agony
An end of fire and stones
Ending of this torrent of dust [RA]

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
close bosom friend of the maturing sun [Keats]

Secrètes araignées
Dans les ténébres de toi [Valéry]

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand
O that I were a glove upon that hand [Romeo and Juliet]

See this small one, tiptoe on
The green foothills of the years [C Day Lewis]

Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Dar'st thou die
The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies. [Measure for Measure]

Seldom in these acres is heard any voice
But voice of cold water running here and there [Graves]

Send out moe horses, skirr the country round
Hang those that talk of fear [Macbeth]

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 [Sonnet 18]

Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? [Sonnet 65]

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs [Othello]

She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved [Titus Andronicus]

She is the violet
The daisy delectable
The columbine commendable
The jelofer amiable [Skelton]

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. [Twelfth Night]

She should have died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. [Macbeth]

She speaks poniards, and every word stabs [Much Ado About Nothing]

She stains the time past, lights the time to come [Antony and Cleopatra]

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes [Byron]

She wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France [Marlowe Edward II]

Short swallow-flights of song [Tennyson]

Si la plage penche, si
L'ombre sur l'oeil s'use et pleure
Si l'azur est larme, ainsi
Au sel des dents purs affleure
La vierge fumée où l'air
Que berce en soi puis expire [Valéry]

Sick on a journey -
over parched fields
dreams wander on

Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat ein wundersame,
Gewaltige Melodei. [Heine]

Silvia, rimembri ancora
quel tempo della tua vita mortale
Quando beltea splendea
negli occhi tuoi ridenti et fuggitivi [Leopardi]

Sin of self love possesseth all mine eye [for you are my other self] [Sonnet 62]

Since brass, nor stone, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days
When rocks impregnable are not so stout
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation, where alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
O what strong hand can hold his swift foot back,
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright [Sonnet 65]

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me [Drayton]

Sing, Ariel, sing
Sweetly, dangerously,
Out of the sour
And shiftless water
Lucidly out
Of the dozing tree
Entrancing, rebuking
The raging heart
With a smoother song
Than this rough world
Unfeeling god [Auden]

Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold [Merchant of Venice]

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course [Hamlet]

Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears [Jonson]

So all day long the noise of battle rolled
Among the mountains by the winter sea [Tennyson]

So it will never come again
So long desired, so long imagined
Those dark eyes are gone
The mirror of that smile has shattered
All the wrestling of the memory and brain
Cannot draw back one moment
The echo has perished
Drowned in the hum of nothing
What is left is a shape of grief
Something to stumble over
A stone with sharp edges
What is left is a few words
Dried up, shrivelled, powdery
Words that tasted sweet
Many harvests ago [RA]

So many gardens, so many times
The dreaming gold of summer afternoons
The moon's crystal garden
Apple boughs hanging heavy in the sun
Formal gardens where the spirit sleeps
Sleeping and waking gardens [RA]

So many worlds, so much to do [Tennyson]

So now prosperity begins to mellow
And drop into the rotten mouth of death [Richard III]

So quick bright things come to confusion [Midsummer Night's Dream]

Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony. [Merchant of Venice]

Soleil, soleil, regarde en toi rire mes ruches! [Valéry]

Souffle, songes, silence, invincible accalmie [Valéry]

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.
Vienne nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure [Apollinaire]

Speculate the universe and enjoy the whole world in the hermitage of thyself [Thomas Browne]

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song

Stars, stars! And all else dead coals. [Winter's Tale]

Such labour'd nothings [Pope]

Such sand-storms and ice-blasts of words [RA]

Such summer birds are men [Timon of Athens]

Sui je, sui je, sui je belle?
Il me semble, a mon avis,
Que j'ay beau front et doulz viz
Et la bouche vermeilette,
Dittes moy se je suis belle. [Deschamps ]

Summer grasses,
all that remains
of soldiers' dreams BASHO

Sunt lacrima rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt [Virgil

Sur les champs nage au loin sa cendre bleue et brune [Guerin]

Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow [Swinburne]

Sweet Analytics, tis thou hast ravished me. [Marlowe Faustus]

Sweet mercy is nobility's truest badge [Lucrece]

Sweetest love, I do not go
For weariness of thee
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter Love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, tis best
To use my self in jest
Thus by feigned deaths to die.

Sweets to the sweet [Hamlet]

Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy [Sonnet 8]

Swift has sailed into his rest
Savage indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast
Imitate him if you dare,
World-besotted traveller; he
Served human liberty. [Yeats]

Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise
Three-pil'd hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical, these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation
I do forswear them. [Love's Labour;s Lost]

Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all [Sonnet 37]

Take her up tenderly
Lift her with care
Fashioned so slenderly
Young and so fair [Hood]

Take thy beak from out my heart [EA Poe]

Te vas lejos, muy lejos
del mar y de la terra? [Lorca]

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean [Tennyson]

Tell me where is fancy bred.
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished. [Merchant of Venice]

Telling them how of nothing love is fashioned
How it is but a movement of the mind [Georgian Poetry Shanks]

That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea [Yeats]

That every word doth almost tell my name [Sonnet 76]

That he which hath no stomach to this fight
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse
We would not die in that man's company. [Henry V]

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
-Those dying generations- at their song
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas [Yeats]

That momentary peace which is a poem [RA]

That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. [Hamlet]

That strain again it had a dying fall.
O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour. [Twelfth Night]

That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows
When I perceive that men as plants increase [Sonnet 15]

That thou among the wastes of time must go [Sonnet 12]

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd in the water; the poop was beaten gold
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver,
Which to the time of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. [Antony and Cleopatra]

The beauty of the world; the paragon of animals; O God, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world! [Hamlet]

The blind man rubs his eyes [RA]

The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man [Henry IV]

The breeze murmurs in your mind
The wind-flower bends deep within you
Familiar things: dawns and sunsets
Grass and children playing
Low October light
Form new substance in your crystal self. [RA]

The carcass of a beauty spent and done [Shakespeare A Lover's Complaint]

The chameleon's dish: I eat the air.
promise-cramm'd; you cannot feed capons so. [Hamlet]

The chariest maid is prodigal enough
If she unmask her beauty to the moon [Hamlet]

The created world is but a parenthesis in eternity [Thomas Browne]

The daffodils opened their eyes
And I went by
The sun flashed on a window pane [RA]

The dark pines stand against the sky
A snowfall of gold in October light [RA]

The devil damn thee black thou cream faced loon [Macbeth]

The devil will come and Faustus must be damn'd.
O I'll leap up to my God: who pulls me down?
See see where Christ's blood streams in the
firmament [Marlowe Faustus]

The earth does not argue
is not pathetic, has no arrangements [Whitman]

The earth hath bubbles as the water has [Macbeth]

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof, - and prov'd, a very woe;
Before a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well:
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. [Sonnet 129]

The fairest hand I ever touched. O beauty,
Till now I never knew thee! [Henry VIII]

The fire eyed maid of smoky war [Henry IV]

The firefly wakens, waken thou with me [Tennyson]

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer [Dylan Thomas]

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade. [Shirley]

The glory, jest and riddle of the world [Pope]

The green elm with one great bough of gold [Edward Thomas]

The green eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

The gulls opening their scimitars []

The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters.
It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it. [Quarles]

The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar. [Julius Caesar]

The heavenly rhetoric of thine eye [Love's Labour;s Lost]

The heron Priested shore [Dylan Thomas]

The human animal snarls at time [RA]

The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense [Troilus and Cressida]

The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That for a fantasy and trick of fame
Go to their graves like beds. [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

The interplay of words and silent thought - the poetic phrase is continued in the silence. The silent thought continued in the phrase.[RA]

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung [Byron]

The labyrinthine communings of words []

The last poem is the molecular man, the diamond human being, scintillating, moulding the circumambient reality into an unpredictable unity - [RA]

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come my friends
Tis not too late to seek a newer world [Tennyson]

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman; the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. [Midsummer Night's Dream]

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, strategems and spoils [Merchant of Venice]

The mere word's a slave, deboshed on every tomb,
On every grave a lying trophy, and as oft is dumb
Where dust and damned oblivion is the tomb
Of honoured bones indeed. [All's Well That Ends Well]

The moon shines bright: in such a night as this
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees
And they did make no noise, in such a night
Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents
Where Cressid lay that night [Merchant of Venice]

The moon which is risen over Persia [Virginia Woolf]

The mountains look on Marathon
And Marathon looks on the sea [Byron]

The multitudinous sea incarnadine
Making the green one red [Macbeth]

The murmuring surge
That on th' unnumbered idle pebbles chafes
Cannot be heard so high. [King Lear]

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves [Keats]

The night of time far surpasseth the day [Thomas Browne]

The opinion of wisdom is a foul tetter that runs all over a man's body [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

The peony has fallen
A few scattered petals
Lie on one another [Buson]

The poet is the one who must not be comforted
Because there is no comfort [RA]

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name
Such tricks hath strong imagination [Midsummer Night's Dream]

The prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come [Sonnet 107]

The rags of time [Donne]

The rainbow comes and goes
And lovely is the rose
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair
The sunshine is a glorious birth
But yet I know, where'er I go
That there has passed away a glory from the earth [Wordsworth]

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan [Macbeth]

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children. [Keats]

The rooks are blown about the sky [RA]

The setting sun,and music at the close As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last. [Richard II}

The silver, snarling trumpets [Keats]

The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite, a feeling and a love [Wordsworth]

The spaceships are leaving
The timeships have found new ways
To a new universe. [RA]

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. [Pope]

The spider soon begins to lace with its delicacy violence
Soon soon the Autumn rushes on
In a moment the leaves are brown and fallen
The wind's single lash brings age
There is a tenderness about the sun of saying farewell
O how quickly the apples cluster before they fall
The birds are blown across the sky
Latticework shadows stretch on the grass
There is a cool peace coming
In this rough September [RA]

The spring in his face is nothing but the engendering of toads [Troilus and Cressida]

The stampeding years thunder down the valley
The heaving backs of the years go past [RA]

The strain of man's bred out
Into baboon and monkey [Titus Andronicus]

The subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet
Though to itself it only live and die [Sonnet 94]

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon [C Day Lewis]

The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
Therefore love moderately, long love doth so [Romeo and Juliet]

The tall forest towers
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf on shelf [Edward Thomas]

The third day comes a frost, a killing frost [Henry VIII]

The tiger now hath seized the gentle hind [Richard III]

The trumpets are blowing very far out
Wind blow through my mind [RA]

The uncertain glory of an April day [Two Gentlemen of Verona]

The unfathomable depths of his own oceanic mind [Coleridge]

The weariness, the fever amd the fret [Keats]

The whole universe salted with the flavour of being
Opening the flower of becoming
The ancient trees budding
The vast worlds of rock sprouting life
The nebulae and galaxies winding up novel toys
Throwing off new-coloured sparks [RA]

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality consumes [Tennyson]

The world is too much with us, late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers
Little we see in Nature that is ours [Wordsworth]

The world to me is like a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends [Webster]

The world will be thy widow and still weep [Sonnet 9]

The world's great age begins anew
the golden years return [Shelley]

The worst is death and death will have his day [Richard II]

The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive... Down from the waist they are centaurs... Beneath is all the fiends' And he whose pious breath seeks to convert you Be strong in whore, allure him, burn him up Let your close fire predominate his smoke Paint till a horse may mire on your face [King Lear]

The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar That spoiled your summer fields and fruitful vines Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough In your embowelled bowers, this foul swine Lies now even in the centre of this isle [Richard II]

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls [Tennyson]

The years like great black oxen tread the world [Yeats]

Their pangs of love, with other incident throes
That nature's fragile vessel doth sustain
In life's uncertain voyage [Timon of Athens]

Then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death
Ere death dare come to us? [Antony and Cleopatra]

Then old Age and experience, hand in hand
Lead him to Death, and make him understand
After a search so painful, and so long
That all his life he has been in the wrong
Huddled in dirt the reasoning engine lies
Who was so proud, so witty and so wise [Rochester]

There are a sort of men whose visages do cream and mantle like a standing pond, and do a wilful stillness entertain, with purpose to be dressed in an opinion of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit, as who should say, I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let no dog bark. [Merchant of Venice]

There are no poets but only poems [RA]

There I was not
Tomorrow I am not
Replunged, resumed
In the all-mirroring sea. [RA]

There is a boy playing a pipe
He has made it from a green stalk.
Startled, wild ducks in flight
Over the lake call and cry. [Alexei Tolstoy]

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and miseries.
On such a full sea we are now afloat [Julius Caesar]

There is a willow grows aslant a brook
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream [Hamlet]

There is an America of secrets and unknown Peru of nature [Glanvill]

There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. [Henry VIII]

There is thy gold I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [Merchant of Venice]

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners [Tennyson]

There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will bate it. [Hamlet]

There was a black hole in my mind
Everything rushed into it nothing escaped from it
Did anything new happen in it? [RA]

There was a time when meadow, grove and stream
The earth and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light
The glory and the freshness of a dream [Wordsworth]

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned [Antony and Cleopatra]

There's daggers in men's smiles [Macbeth]

There's husbandry in heaven Their candles are all out [Macbeth]

There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirit looks out
At every joint and motive of her body. [Troilus and Cressida]

There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face [Macbeth]

There's nothing of so infinite vexation
As man's own thoughts. [Webster]

Therefore love moderately,long love doth so [Romeo and Juliet]

These are but wild and whirling words. [Hamlet]

These are the ghosts of invisible things
There is no Lapland, no Helen and no Hector
And the Reindeer is a darkening of the brain
And Oleander is but Oleander [WJ Turner]

These fragments have I shored against my ruins [Eliot]

These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstandtial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. [The Tempest]

These summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation [Love's Labour's Lost]

They flee from me, that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber
I have seen them gentle, tame and meek
That now are wild [Wyatt]

They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes [Love's Labour;s Lost]

They look into the beauty of thy mind [Sonnet 99]

They that have power to hurt and will do none
Unmoved, cold and to temptation slow
They are the lords and owners of their faces [Sonnet 94]

Things base and vile, holding no quality,
Love can transpose to form and dignity,
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. [Midsummer Night's Dream]

Think when we talk of horses that you see them printing their proud hoofs i' th' receiving earth [Henry V]

This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. [Wordsworth]

This fell sergeant, death,
Is swift in his arrest. [Hamlet]

This gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought [Tennyson]

This holy fox, Or wolf, or both [Henry VIII]

This is the monstrosity in love, lady,
That the will is infinite and the execution confined;
That the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit. [Troilus and Cressida]

This is the state of man; today he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoms
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening, nips his root [Henry VIII]

This is the very ecstasy of love [Hamlet]

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, which thou tak'st from me. [The Tempest]

This - knowing all, governing all
Being all. [RA]

This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land [Richard II}

This makes bold mouths. Tongues spit their duties out, and cold hearts Freeze allegiance in them. [Henry V]

This many summers in a sea of glory, [Henry VIII]

This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air. [The Tempest]

This night methinks is but the daylight sick [Merchant of Venice]

This precious stone set in the silver sea Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house Against the envy of less happier lands [Richard II}

This rough magic I here abjure. I'll break my staff ... And deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book. [The Tempest]

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars This other Eden, demi paradise This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England [Richard II}

This tiger footed rage [Coriolanus]

This time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs, which shake against the cold, [Sonnet 73]

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved heaven and earth; that which we are, we are [Tennyson]

Thou art a monument without a tomb
And art alive still, while thy book doth live [Jonson]

Thou art my life, my love, my heart
The very eyes of me
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee [The Passionate Shepherd]

Thou art the thing itself;
unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art [King Lear]

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime [Sonnet 3]

Thou bleeding piece of earth [Julius Caesar]

Thou hast nor youth nor age;
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep,
Dreaming on both [Measure for Measure]

Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back; Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind For which thou whipst her. [King Lear]

Though I sang in my chains like the sea [Dylan Thomas]

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower [Wordsworth]

Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon [Byron]

Through the sharp hawthorn blow the winds [King Lear]

Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter. [Sonnet 67]

Thy breast .. that is my home of love [Sonnet 109]

Tigers, not daughters [King Lear]

Till tir'd he sleeps and life's poor play is o'er [Pope]

Time bites off our heads as we fecundate [RA]

Time comes
Time goes
All the world knows
That love is momentary
Days pass
Nights pass
All the world knows
That flesh is grass
You come, you go
I only know
I love you dearly
Beauty goes
Beauty goes
I only know
I love you dearly [RA]

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. [Sonnet 60]

Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past [Eliot]

Time's eunuch and not breed one work that wakes
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain [Hopkins]

Time's thievish progress to eternity [Sonnet 77]

Timon hath made his everlasting mansion
Upon the beached verge of the salt flood... [Titus Andronicus]

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry [Sonnet 66]

Tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. [Comedy of Errors]

Tis the infirmity of his age; Yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. [King Lear]

To hang weights upon the wings of the wind seems far more intelligible -
than the union of spirit and body [Thomas Browne]

To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. [Sonnet 23]

To hold in the hollow of your hand
All that god could understand
To situate the human race
In a frame of time and space
This the climbing mind's pursuit
This the tree of knowledge fruit
This - knowing all, governing all
Being all. [RA]

To live a barren sister all your life
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon [Midsummer Night's Dream]

To move wild laughter in the throat of death? [Love's Labour;s Lost]

To stab at half an hour of my life [Henry IV Pt 2]

To take her in her heart's extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of my hatred by ...
And yet to win her? [Richard III}

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain [Love's Labour's Lost]

Today the French,
All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods,
Shone down the English; and tomorrow they,
Made England India; every man that stood
Showed like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were
As cherubins, all gilt [Henry V]

Too like the lightning
Which does cease to be
Ere one can say, it lightens. [Romeo and Juliet]

Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia. [Hamlet]

Tossed on the glittering air, they soar and skim [Sassoon]

Tout le corps humain présent sous la voix [Valéry]

Très grand arbre mendiant qui a fripé son patrimoine, face brulé
d'amour et de violence où le desir encore va chanter
Ha! très grand arbre de langage, peuplée d'oracles, de maximes
murmurant murmures d'aveugle-né, dans les quinconces du savoir [St John Perse]

Tristes airains, temps sonores,
Que dites-vous de l'avenir? [Valéry]

Trust not the physician His antidotes are poison and he slays More than you rob [Timon of Athens]

tsuri-gane ni On the temple bell
tomarite nemuru Perched sleeping
kocho kana A butterfly

Tu descens là bas foiblelette,
Pasle, maigrelette, seulette,
Dans le froid royaume des mors [Ronsard]

Tu penches, grand Platane, et te proposes nu [Valéry]

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity. [Yeats]

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? [Blake]

Un doblar de campanas
perdidas en la niebla [Lorca]

Un grondement de l'âme sans tanière [St John Perse]

Un homme n'est qu'un poste d'observation dans l'étrangeté [Valéry]

Un poème n'est jamais achevée- c'est toujours un accident qui le termine [St John Perse]

Unarm, Eros, the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep. [Antony and Cleopatra]

Und immer weht der Wind, und immer wieder
Vernehmen wir und reden viele Worte
Und spüren Lust und Müdigkeit der Glieder.

Und Kinder wachsen auf mit tiefen Augen
Die von nichts wissen, wachsen auf und sterben
Und allen Menschen gehen ihre Wege.

Und süsse Fruchte werden aus den herben
Und fallen nachts wie tote Vögel nieder
Und liegen wenig Tage und verderben.

Und Strassen laufen durch das Gras, und Orte
Sind da und dort, voll Fackeln, Bäumen, Teichen,
Und drohende, und totenhaft verdorrte ... [Hofmannsthal]

Under cherry trees
there are
no strangers

Une esclave aux longs yeux chargés de molles chaînes
Change l'eau de mes fleurs [Baudelaire]

Tous ces regrets
Ces jardins sans limites
Où le crapaud module un tendre cri d'azur [Apollinaire]

Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the vaulted sky [John Clare]

Uproar's your only music [Keats]

Velox etas preterit
studio detenta,
lascivire suggerit
tenera iuventa [MSS of Salzburg]

Vente a Sevilla, muchacha [Lorca]

Ver etatis labitur,
hiemps nostra properat,
vita dampnum patitur,
cura carnem macerat,
sanguis aret, hebet pectus,
minuuntur gaudia,
nos deterret iam senectus
morborum familia. [MSS of Benedictbeuern]

Verde que te quiero verde
Verde viento. Verdes ramas
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde
Bajo la luna gitana
las cosas están mirando
y ella no pueda mirarlas. [Lorca]

Vienne nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure [Apollinaire]

Violets, dim, but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, or Cytherea's breath; [Winter's Tale]

Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir
Voces antiguas que cercan
voz de clavel varonil [Lorca]

Was frommt das alles uns und diese Spiele,
Die wir doch gross und evig einsam sind
Und wandernd nimmer suchen irgend Ziele?

Was frommts, dergleichen viel gesehen haben?
Und dennoch sagt der viel, der 'Abend' sagt,
Ein Wort, daraus Tiefsinn und Trauer rinnt Hofmannsthal

Was it for this the clay grew? [Wilfred Owen]

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you [Sonnet 86]

Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely? [Macbeth]

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! [Marlowe Faustus]

Water that toils no more
Dangles white locks
Only the idle foam
Of water falling
Changelessly calling
Where men once had a workplace [Edward Thomas]

We are timeless[GR]

We are in no cul-de-sac
What union of number, music, word,
What new mingling, of eye, hand and brain,
Is slowly finding out out its possibility? [RA]

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep [The Tempest]

We are the hollow men [Eliot]

We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreams
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems. [O'Shaughnessy]

We have some old crabtrees here at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. [Coriolanus]

We regret our future non-existence
Our absence from that distant galaxy
Not comforted by any fantasy
Nothing would content us but presence [RA]

Western wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again [Anon]

What a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear! [Shakespeare A Lover's Complaint]

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? [Hamlet]

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! [Sonnet 97]

What ho! Slave! Caliban! Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness. I have used thee, filth as thou art, with human care [The Tempest]

What is a man If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.
Sure he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused. [Hamlet]

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns? [Tennyson]

What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I [de la Mare]

What is this life, if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare? [WH Davies]

What mattered was the sound of them And these words were , to me, as the notes of bells, the sounds of musical instruments, the noises of wind, sea and rain, the rattle of milkcarts, the clopping of hooves on cobbles, the fingering of branches on a window pane, might be to someone, deaf from birth, who has miraculously found his hearing. [Dylan Thomas]

What vain, unnecessary things are men! [Rochester]

What, weeping ripe, my lord Northumberland. [Henry VI]

What will consolidate in time we cannot guess
Our predictions prove our limitations
We hanker after the future
The structure of our minds condemns us to insatiable hunger
We reach only for what is out of reach
What we have we no longer want
Where we are is where we do not wish to be
We float up on a wave which breaks us
Before we even see it break [RA]

What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons as I pass
Insnar'd with flowers, I fall on grass [Marvell]

What? Are the clouds no longer magnificent? [RA]

What's Montague? It is not hand nor foot
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belong to a man, O be some other name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet [Romeo and Juliet]

What's past, and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion. [Troilus and Cressida]

What's this dull town to me?
Robin's not near [Keppel]

What's this flesh? A little crudded milk, fantasticall puff-paste! [Webster Duchess of Malfi]

When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, [Two Gentlemen of Verona]

When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady smocks all silver white
And cuckoo buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight [Love's Labour's Lost]

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall
And she caught me in her arms long and small
Therewith all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, 'Dear heart how like you this?' [Wyatt]

When I am dead, good wench
Let me be used with honour; strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife, to my grave. [Henry VIII]

When I am forgotten, as I shall be
And sleep in dull cold marble [Henry VIII]

When I consider how my light is spent
E're half my days, in this dark world and wide
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless [Milton]

When I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes [de la Mare]

When I set out for Lyonesse
A hundred miles away
The rime was on the spray
And starlight lit my lonesomeness [Hardy]

When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall
And milk comes frozen home in the pail ...
And greasy Joan doth keel the pot. [Love's Labour's Lost]

When in the chronicle of wasted time [Sonnet 106]

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. [Richard II]

When that I was and a little tiny boy
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
A foolish thing was but a toy
For the rain it raineth every day [Twelfth Night]

When the mind's free, the body's delicate [King Lear]

When these old woods were young
The thrushes' ancestors
As sweetly sung
In the old years. [Edward Thomas]

When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughts
I summon up remembrance of things past
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends, hid in dateless night.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore bemoaned moan. [Sonnet 30]

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep [Yeats]

When you do dance, I wish you
A wave of the sea [Winter's Tale]

Where I may wallow i' the lily beds [Troilus and Cressida]

Where in the brain, what in the brain
Is the pattern we unwind into words?
Where in the brain, what in the brain
Is the pattern we unravel into music? [RA]

Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In a cowslip's bell I lie. [The Tempest]

Where we are is Hell
All places shall be hell that are not heaven. [Marlowe Faustus]

Where youth grows pale and spectre-thin and dies [Keats]

Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade [Pope]

Which like a jewel hung in ghastly night [Sonnet 27]

White lotus,
the monk draws back his blade.

Who would have thought the old man had so much blood in him? [Macbeth]

Why should we in the compass of a pale
Keep law and form, and due proportion
Showing as a model our firm estate
When our sea walled garden, the whole land
Is full of weeds, her fairest flowers choked up
Her fruit trees all unpruned, her hedges ruined
Her knots disordered, and her wholesome herbs
Swarming with caterpillars? [Richard II}

Why should'st thou hate men? They never flattered thee [Timon of Athens]

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it [Marlowe Faustus]

Why what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me. [Much Ado About Nothing]

Wicker chair
in pine-tree's shade
forsaken []

Wie schwerer Honig aus den hohlen Waben. [Hofmannstahl]

Wild air, world-mothering air
Nestling me everywhere [Hopkins]

Willkommen dann, o Stille der Schattenwelt!
Zufrieden bin ich, wenn auch mein Saitenspiel
Mich nicht hinabgeleitet;einmal
Lebt ich, wie Götter, und mehr bedarf's nicht. [Hölderlin

Wintry day,
on my horse
a frozen shadow []

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile
Filths savour but themselves.... [King Lear]

Wise men know well enough
What monsters you make of them [Hamlet]

Wish me good speed
For I am going into a wilderness [Marlowe Duchess of Malfi]

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls [Hamlet]

With too much blood and too little brain, these two may run mad [Troilus and Cressida]

Words ...Windy attorneys to their client woes ...
Poor breathing orators of misery
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain [Richard III]

Words -
I know
You are light as dreams
Tough as oak
Precious as gold
As poppies and corn
Or an old clock [Edward Thomas]

World-losers and world-forsakers [O'Shaughnessy]

Wound me not with thine eye [Sonnet 139]

Wozu sind diese aufgebaut? und gleichen
Einander nie? und sind unzählig viele?
Was wachselt Lachen, Weinen und Erbleichen? [Hölderlin

Ya nos dejas cantando
en la plazuela
!Arroyo claro
fuente serena! [Lorca]

Ye elves of hills. of brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And ye, that on the sands, with printless foot,
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi puppets, that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make [The Tempest]

Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light;
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. [Othello]

You are my all-the-world [Sonnet 112]

You cannot call it love, for at your age
The heyday in the blood is tame, it's humble
And waits upon the judgement [Hamlet]

You have ta'en my cares upon you [Marlowe Duchess of Malfi]

You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French Council. [Henry V]

You think it horrible that lust and rage
Should dance attention upon my old age;
They were not such a plague when I was young
What else have I to spur me into song? [Yeats]

You were as flowers, now withered [Cymbeline]

You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery.. [Hamlet]

Your affections are a sick man's appetite [Hamlet]

Your face, my thane, is a book where men
May read strange matters. [Macbeth]

Your mind is tossing on the ocean [Macbeth]

Youth is wild, and age is tame
Age I do abhor thee, youth I do adore thee.
O my love, my love is young. [Shakespeare The Passionate Pilgrim]