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sonnet 2 by William Shakespeare summary of the poem

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sonnet 2 by William  Shakespeare summary of the poem  Sonnet 2 SONNET 2 BY - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE  When forty winters shall beslege thy brow, And big deep trenches in thy beauty's field,  Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Where an all-eating shame and thriftiness prise. How much more  prise deserves thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine  Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be now made thon art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it could. 
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Summary of the poem sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare

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Summary of the poem sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare Sonnet 1 SONNET 1 BY - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE  From fairest creatures we desire increase,  That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his money : But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,  Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Marking a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh omament And only herald to the gaudy spring,  within thine own bud buriest thy contend  And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. 
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summary of the poem virtue by George herbert

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virtue  VIRTUE  BY - GEORGE HERBERT  Sweet day, so cool so calm so bright, The bridal of the earth and skie: The dew shall weep thy fall to night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave  Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye: Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.  Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie; My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die.  Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. 
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summary of the poem break, break, break by lord tennyson

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BREAK, BREAK,BREAK  BREAK, BREAK,BREAK  BY - LORD TENNYSON  On the cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter  The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on  To their haven under the hil; But O for the touch of a "anish'd head, And the sound of a voice that is still!
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