Vilyam Şekspir’in 19. Sonesi

19th Sonnet 19. Sone Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s jaws,And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons

Vilyam Şekspir’in 123. Sonesi

123rd Sonnet 123. Sone No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:Thy pyramids built up with newer might   To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief,

Vilyam Şekspir’in 65. Sonesi

65th Sonnet Since brass,nor stone,nor earth,nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against

Vilyam Şekspir’in 18. Sonesi

18th Sonnet 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 to short a date; Sometime too hot the eye