Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 145, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Those lips that love's own hand did make Last Line: And saved my life, saying 'not you.' | ||||||||
Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate' To me that languish'd for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: 'I hate' she alter'd with an end, That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night, who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away; 'I hate' from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying 'not you.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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