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Three sonnets by William Shakespeare for Valentine’s Day
He who needs no introduction on a poetry page
- XXV
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Of public honour and proud titles boast,
- Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
- Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
- Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
- But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
- And in themselves their pride lies buried,
- For at a frown they in their glory die.
- The painful warrior famoused for fight,
- After a thousand victories once foil’d,
- Is from the book of honour razed quite,
- And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:
- Then happy I, that love and am belov’d
- Where I may not remove nor be remov’d.
- XXXVI
- Let me confess that we two must be twain,
- Although our undivided loves are one:
- So shall those blots that do with me remain,
- Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
- In our two loves there is but one respect,
- Though in our lives a separable spite,
- Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,
- Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.
- I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
- Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
- Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
- Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
- But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
- As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
- XCVII
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
- What old December’s bareness everywhere!
- And yet this time removed was summer’s time;
- The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
- Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
- Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
- Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
- But hope of orphans, and unfather’d fruit;
- For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
- And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
- Or, if they sing, ‘tis with so dull a cheer,
- That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), who needs no introduction on a poetry page, was considered the greatest English poet — and perhaps one of the greatest poets of any language — to put pen to paper. The general reading public usually demonstrates an increased interest in his work, especially his sonnets on love, around Valentine’s Day.
Here's something you might be interested in.
Three sonnets by William Shakespeare for Valentine’s Day
He who needs no introduction on a poetry page
Three sonnets by William Shakespeare for Valentine’s Day
He who needs no introduction on a poetry page
- XXV
- Let those who are in favour with their stars
- Of public honour and proud titles boast,
- Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
- Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
- Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
- But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
- And in themselves their pride lies buried,
- For at a frown they in their glory die.
- The painful warrior famoused for fight,
- After a thousand victories once foil’d,
- Is from the book of honour razed quite,
- And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:
- Then happy I, that love and am belov’d
- Where I may not remove nor be remov’d.
- XXXVI
- Let me confess that we two must be twain,
- Although our undivided loves are one:
- So shall those blots that do with me remain,
- Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
- In our two loves there is but one respect,
- Though in our lives a separable spite,
- Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,
- Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.
- I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
- Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
- Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
- Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
- But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
- As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
- XCVII
- How like a winter hath my absence been
- From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
- What old December’s bareness everywhere!
- And yet this time removed was summer’s time;
- The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
- Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
- Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
- Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
- But hope of orphans, and unfather’d fruit;
- For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
- And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
- Or, if they sing, ‘tis with so dull a cheer,
- That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), who needs no introduction on a poetry page, was considered the greatest English poet — and perhaps one of the greatest poets of any language — to put pen to paper. The general reading public usually demonstrates an increased interest in his work, especially his sonnets on love, around Valentine’s Day.
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