Best-love-poems Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Best-love-poems Bud Darling Great poetry Love poems May Poet Poetry Poetry by famous poets Romantic poet Romantic poetry Rough Shakes Short summer Sonnet Spring Spring may Summer Summer days Summer love Thee Wedding ceremony Wind
If I describe a sunny morning in May (the buds, the wet-winged flies, the warm sun and cool breeze), I am also implying the… — Clark Blaise Copy Share Image
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
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,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
The Spring is here--the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
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,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
