When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like him...

Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alcumy,Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celest...

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not pressMy tongue-tied patience with too much disdain,Lest sorrow lend me words, and words expressThe manner of my pity-wanting pain.If I might teach thee wit, better it were,Though not to love, yet, love...

My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th'uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not k...

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.О but with mine compare thou thine own state,And thou shalt find it merits not reproving,Or if it do, not from those lips of thine,That have profaned th...

How heavy do I journey on the way,When what I seek (my weary travel's end)Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend.'The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,Plods dully on, to bear...

That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after s...

'From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhe...

1. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, 2. As, to behold desert a beggar born, 3. And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, 4. And purest faith unhappily forsworn, 5. And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, 6. And maiden vir...

"Все отнял у меня казнящий Бог:Здоровье, силу воли, воздух, сон;Одну тебя лишь мне оставил Он, -Чтоб я Ему еще молиться мог"./Тютчев/Господь - Он совсем не тщеславен:Он знает, -Что трамал и утка - в душе ч...