Shakespeare sonnets about the love of a woman. William Shakespeare Love Poems

Love is not a greenhouse flower, but a free plant,
born on a damp night, born in a moment of sunshine
warmth rising from the free seed thrown
near the free wind road. free plant,
which we call a flower if by chance it
blossoms in our garden, & nbsp we call the tares if it
dissolves at will; but is it a flower or a chaff -
there is always freedom in its smell and colors!
John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

Sonnet 102

I love, but I rarely talk about it,
I love more tenderly, - but not for many eyes.
Trades in the feeling of the one in front of the light
He exposes his whole soul.

I met you with a song, like hello,
When love was new to us
So the nightingale rumbles at the midnight hour
In the spring, but forgets the flute in the summer.

The night will not lose its charm,
When his outpourings are silenced.
But music, sounding from all branches,
Having become ordinary, it loses its charm.

And I fell silent like a nightingale:
I sang mine and don't sing anymore.

Sonnet 23

Like the actor who, timid,
Loses the thread of a long-familiar role,
Like that madman who, falling into anger,
In excess of strength loses willpower, -

So I am silent, not knowing what to say,
Not because the heart has cooled.
No, it puts a seal on my lips
My love has no limit.

So let the book speak to you.
Let her, my silent intercessor,
Comes to you with confession and prayer
And the just demands retribution.

Will you read the words of love dumb?
Can you hear my voice with your eyes?

fragment of a painting by Hugues Merle

The heart with the eye has a secret pact:
They relieve each other's pain
When your gaze searches in vain
And the heart suffocates in separation.

Your image of a keen eye
Gives and heart to admire plenty.
And the heart to the eye at its appointed hour
Dreams of love give way to share.

So in my thoughts or in the flesh
You are in front of me at any moment.
You can go no farther than a thought.
I am inseparable from her, she is with you.

My gaze draws you in a dream
And wakes up the heart sleeping in me.

Frank Dicksee

Wake up love! Is your point
Dumber than the sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how plentiful food and drink,
You can't ever get enough once.

So is love. her hungry eyes
Today, tired to the point of fatigue,
And tomorrow again you are enveloped in fire,
Born to burn, not decay.

For love to be dear to us
Let the ocean be the hour of separation
Let two, going to the shore,
Hands stretch out one to the other.

Let this hour be the winter cold,
May spring warm us up!

Sonnet 137

Love is blind and deprives us of eyes.
I don't see what I see clearly.
I saw beauty but every time
I could not understand what was bad, what was beautiful.

And if the looks of the heart turned
And anchored in such waters,
Where many ships pass, -
Why don't you give him freedom?

Like a driveway to my heart
Could it seem like a happy estate?
But everything that I saw, denied my gaze,
Tinting the false face with truth.

Darkness replaced the true light,
And lies seized me like a plague.

fragment of a painting by Hugues Merle

Goodbye! I dare not stop you.
I highly value your love.
I can't afford what I own
And I humbly give a pledge.

I use love as a gift.
She was not bought with merit.
And that means voluntary
You are free to break at will.

You gave, I don’t know the price
Or not knowing, maybe me.
And a reward not rightfully taken
I have kept to this day.

I was king only in a dream.
I was deprived of the throne by awakening.

Frederic Leighton

Sonnet 90

If you fall out of love - so now,
Now that the whole world is at odds with me.
Be the bitterest of my losses
But not the last straw of grief!

And if grief is given to me to overcome,
Don't ambush.
Let the stormy night not be resolved
Rainy morning - morning without consolation.

Leave me, but not at the last moment
When from small troubles I will weaken.
Leave now, so that I can immediately comprehend
That this grief is more painful than all adversities,

That there are no adversities, but there is one trouble -
Lose your love forever.

Sonnet 93

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Sonnet 102

I love, but I rarely talk about it,
I love more tenderly, - but not for many eyes.
Trades in the feeling of the one in front of the light
He exposes his whole soul.

I met you with a song, like hello,
When love was new to us
So the nightingale rumbles at the midnight hour
In the spring, but forgets the flute in the summer.

The night will not lose its charm,
When his outpourings are silenced.
But music, sounding from all branches,

Having become ordinary, it loses its charm.
And I fell silent like a nightingale:
I sang mine and don't sing anymore.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 104

You don't change over the years.
The same you were when you first
I met you. Three winters are gray
Three magnificent years have powdered the trail.

Three gentle springs have changed color
On juicy fruit and fiery leaves,
And three times the forest was undressed in autumn ...
And the elements do not rule over you.

On the dial, showing us the hour,
Leaving the figure, the golden arrow
Slightly moves invisible to the eye,

So I don’t notice years on you.
And if the sunset is necessary, -
He was before your birth!

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 61

Is it your fault that your cute image
Doesn't let me close my eyelashes
And standing above my head
Heavy eyelids does not allow to close?
Does your soul come in silence
Check my deeds and thoughts
Reveal all lies and idleness in me,
All my life, as my destiny, to measure?
Oh no, your love is not so strong
To be my headboard,
My, my love knows no sleep.
On guard we stand with my love.

I can't sleep until
You - away from me - close to others.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 90

If you fall out of love - so now,
Now that the whole world is at odds with me.
Be the bitterest of my losses
But not the last straw of grief!

And if grief is given to me to overcome,
Don't ambush.
Let the stormy night not be resolved
Rainy morning - morning without consolation.

Leave me, but not at the last moment
When from small troubles I will weaken.
Leave now, so that I can immediately comprehend

That this grief is more painful than all adversities,
That there are no adversities, but there is one trouble -
Lose your love forever.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 92

You cannot escape me.
You will be mine until the last days.
My life path is connected with love,
And it must end with her.
Why should I be afraid of the worst troubles,
When does a smaller one threaten me with death?
And I have no addiction
From your whims or insults.
I'm not afraid of your betrayal.
Your betrayal is a merciless knife.
Oh, how blessed is my sad lot:
I was yours and you will kill me.

But there is no happiness in the world without a spot.
Who's to tell me that you're right now?

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 93

Well, I will live, accepting as a condition,
That you are true. Though you have become different
But the shadow of love seems like love to us.
Not with your heart - so be with me with your eyes.
Your gaze does not speak of change.
He harbors neither boredom nor enmity.
There are faces on which crimes
Draw indelible marks.
But, apparently, it is so pleasing to higher powers:
Let your beautiful lips lie
But in this look, tender and sweet,
The purity still shines.

The apple from the tree was beautiful
Eve thwarted Adam.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 106

When I read in the scroll of dead years
About fiery lips, long silent,
About the beauty that composes the couplet
To the glory of ladies and beautiful knights,

Traits kept for centuries -
Eyes, smile, hair and eyebrows -
They tell me that only in the ancient word
You could totally reflect.

In any line to your beautiful lady
The poet dreamed of predicting you
But he could not convey all of you,

Staring into the distance with loving eyes.
And to us, to whom you are finally close, -
Where can I get a voice to sound for centuries?

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 113

From the day of separation - an eye in my soul,
And the one by which I find the way,
Can't see visible things
Even though I'm still looking at everything.

Neither heart nor consciousness a cursory glance
Cannot give an account of what he saw.
He is not happy with grass, flowers and birds,
And nothing lives in it for long.

Beautiful and ugly object
Turns the gaze into your likeness:
Dove and crow, darkness and light,

Blue sea and mountain peaks.
Full of you and deprived of you
My faithful gaze sees the wrong dream.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 130

Her eyes don't look like stars
You can’t call the mouth corals,
Not snow-white shoulders open skin,
And a strand twists like a black wire.

With a damask rose, scarlet or white,
You can not compare the shade of these cheeks.
And the body smells like the body smells,
Not like a violet delicate petal.

You won't find perfect lines in it
Special light on the forehead.
I don't know how goddesses walk

But the darling walks the earth.
And yet she will hardly yield to those
Whom in comparisons magnificent slandered.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 116

Interfere with the union of two hearts
I don't intend to. Can treason
Love boundless put an end to?
Love knows no loss and decay.

Love is a beacon raised above the storm,
Not fading in darkness and fog.
Love is the star that sailor
Defines a place in the ocean.

Love is not a pathetic doll in your hands
By the time that erases the roses
On fiery lips and cheeks,
And she is not afraid of time threats.

And if I'm wrong and my verse lies,
Then there is no love - and there are no my poems!

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 117

Tell me that I neglected the payment
For all the good that I owe you,
That I forgot your cherished threshold,
With which I am connected with all ties,

That I did not know the value of your watch,
Ruthlessly giving them to strangers,
That allowed unknown sails
Carry yourself from my beloved land.

All the crimes of my liberty
You put my love next to you
Submit to the strict judgment of your eyes,
But do not execute me with a death look.

It's my fault. But all my fault
Show how true your love is.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 23

Like the actor who, timid,
Loses the thread of a long-familiar role,
Like that madman who, falling into anger,
In excess of strength loses willpower, -

So I am silent, not knowing what to say,
Not because the heart has cooled.
No, it puts a seal on my lips
My love has no limit.

So let the book speak to you.
Let her, my silent intercessor,
Comes to you with confession and prayer
And the just demands retribution.
Will you read the words of love dumb?
Can you hear my voice with your eyes?

William Shakespeare

***
Sonnet 37

I confess that two of us are with you,
Although in love we are one being.
I don't want my vice any
I lay down on your honor like a stain.

Let a thread bind us in love,
But in life we have different bitterness.
She can't change love
But love steals hour after hour.

As a convict, I am deprived of the right
To recognize you openly in front of everyone,
And you can't accept my bow,
So that your seal does not lie on your honor.
Well, let it be! .. I love you so much.
That I am all yours and share your honor!

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 39

Oh, how I will sing praise to you,
When we are one being with you?
You can't praise your beauty
You cannot praise yourself.

That's why we exist apart
To appreciate the charm of beauty
And for you to hear
The praise that only you deserve.

Separation is hard for us, like a disease,
But at times the lonely way
Leisure gives the happiest dreams

And let time deceive.
Separation divides the heart in half,
To glorify a friend it was easier for us.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 47

The heart with the eye has a secret pact:
They relieve each other's pain
When your gaze searches in vain
And the heart suffocates in separation.

Your image of a keen eye
Gives and heart to admire plenty.
And the heart to the eye at its appointed hour
Dreams of love give way to share.

So in my thoughts or in the flesh
You are in front of me at any moment.
You can go no farther than a thought.

I am inseparable from her, she is with you.
My gaze draws you in a dream
And wakes up the heart sleeping in me.

William Shakespeare

***
Sonnet 56

Wake up love! Is your point
Dumber than the sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how plentiful food and drink,
You can't ever get enough once.
So is love. her hungry eyes
Today, tired to the point of fatigue,
And tomorrow again you are enveloped in fire,
Born to burn, not decay.
For love to be dear to us
Let the ocean be the hour of separation
Let two, going to the shore,
Hands stretch out one to the other.

Let this hour be the winter cold,
May spring warm us up!

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 118

For appetite spicy condiments
We call bitter taste in the mouth.
We drink bitterness to avoid poison,
Deliberately arousing stupidity.
So, spoiled by your love,
I found joy in bitter thoughts
And he himself came up with ill health
Still in the prime of life and strength.
From this love treachery
And the salvation of fictitious troubles
I got sick in earnest and medicine
He swallowed the bitterest to his own detriment.

But I realized: drugs are deadly poison
Those who are sick with boundless love.

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 147

An agonizing, unquenchable thirst.
She demands the same poison
Who poisoned her once.

My mind-doctor healed my love.
She rejected herbs and roots,
And the poor doctor was exhausted
And he left us, losing his patience.

From now on, my illness is incurable.
The soul finds no peace in anything.
Abandoned by my mind

And feelings and words roam at will.
And for a long time to me, devoid of mind,
Hell seemed like heaven, and darkness seemed to be light!

William Shakespeare

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Sonnet 154

The god of love lay down under the tree,
Throwing his burning torch to the ground.
Seeing that the insidious god fell asleep,
The nymphs decided to run out of the thicket.

One of them approached the fire
Who did a lot of troubles to the virgins,
And dipped the brand into the water,
Disarming the slumbering god.

The stream water became hot.
She cured many ailments.
And I went to bathe in that stream

To heal from the love of a friend.
Love heated the water - but the water
Love has never cooled.

We are waiting for seeds from a wonderful flower,
So that beautiful creations live again:
They hold the memory of the century,
Finding repetition in descendants.
And you, loving your shining eyes,
His fire is a deceptive attraction;
Feeding yourself with this flame,
You become your own enemy.
You, our days, a living pearl,
Persistently praise the new spring;
Killing the unborn fruit
You're squandering a meager treasury.

Satisfied with life, do not be cruel to it -
Save the most beautiful flower for the world!

W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 37

I confess that two of us are with you,
Although in love we are one being.
I don't want my vice any
I lay down on your honor like a stain.

Let a thread bind us in love,
But in life we have different bitterness.
She can't change love
But love steals hour after hour.

As a convict, I am deprived of the right
To recognize you openly in front of everyone,
And you can't accept my bow,
So that your seal does not lie on your honor.

Well, let it be! .. I love you so much.
That I am all yours and share your honor!

Sonnet 39

Oh, how can I sing for you,
When you are part of me, and the best, I know?
And how can I appreciate my praise,
When, in praising you, do I praise myself?

At least for that, it's better for us to breathe apart,
So that we do not close in love in a single circle,

Separation, perhaps, will help me to repay
What can be repaid to you according to merit.
What a torment would be, separation, you,
Whenever your leisure is silent and dull
Didn't leave freedom for dreams in your soul?
With her, an invisible hour passes light-winged,
And you, separation, again separating the two,
About that you let me sing that is not near me.

Sonnet 102

I love, but I rarely talk about it,
I love more tenderly, - but not for many eyes.
Trades in the feeling of the one in front of the light
He exposes his whole soul.

I met you with a song, like hello,
When love was new to us
So the nightingale rumbles at the midnight hour
In the spring, but forgets the flute in the summer.

The night will not lose its charm,
When his outpourings are silenced.
But music, sounding from all branches,

Having become ordinary, it loses its charm.
And I fell silent like a nightingale:
I sang mine and don't sing anymore.

56 sonnet

Wake up love! Is your point
Dumber than the sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how plentiful food and drink,
You can't get enough for a lifetime.
So is love. her hungry eyes
Today, tired to the point of fatigue,
And tomorrow again you are enveloped in fire,
Born to burn and not decay.

For love to be dear to us
Let the ocean be the hour of separation
Let two go out to the shore,
Hands stretch out one to the other.
Let this hour be the winter cold,
May spring warm us up!

XXVII

I am exhausted - I hurry on the bed
Hoping to take a break from the roads traveled;
But the tired mind cannot sleep,
And a series of thoughts are knocking on my temple.
All my thoughts are like wanderers in the desert,
Stubbornly keep the way to your threshold;
And as if a blind man with empty eye sockets,
I sadly look into the unknown darkness.
I will keep in my soul the game of imagination,
Only as a shadow will you appear before me;
And your image will be a wonderful decoration
For the terrible blackness of that sleepless night.

I do not find peace for myself all day,
And at night the soul will not find rest.

Sonnet 27

Work exhausted, I want to sleep,
Blissful rest to find in bed.
But as soon as I lie down, I start on my way again -
In my dreams, towards the same goal.
My dreams and feelings for the hundredth time
They come to you by the way of the pilgrim,
And without closing tired eyes,
I see the darkness that even the blind can see.
With the diligent gaze of the heart and mind
In the darkness I'm looking for you, devoid of sight.
And the darkness seems glorious
When you enter it as a light shadow.

I can't find peace from love.
Day and night, I'm always on the go.

Sonnet 90

If you fall out of love - so now,
Now that the whole world is at odds with me.
Be the bitterest of my losses
But not the last straw of grief!

And if grief is given to me to overcome,
Don't ambush.
Let the stormy night not be resolved
Rainy morning - morning without consolation.

Leave me, but not at the last moment
When from small troubles I will weaken.
Leave now, so that I can immediately comprehend

That this grief is more painful than all adversities,
That there are no adversities, but there is one trouble -
Lose your love forever.

Sonnet 121

It is better to be a sinner than to be known as a sinner.
A slander is more terrible than a denunciation.
And joy perishes, if it is judged,
It should not be ours, but someone else's opinion.
How can the look of other people's vicious holes
Spare the game of hot blood in me?
Let me be a sinner, but not more sinful than you,
My spies, masters of slander.
I am me and you are my sins
Equal your example.
But maybe I'm straight, while the judge
Wrong in the hands of a crooked measure,
And he sees in any of the neighbors a lie,
Because the neighbor looks like him!

Sonnet 5

How often time in a year of love
It strangely changed its unsteady appearance,
Straight warped track
And the whims of Fortune were indulged!
Not trusting sight, saw the eye
The fall of Essex, the triumph of Tyrone,
The great queen's hour of death,
Successor rise to the heights of the throne,
Harmony with the Spaniard, break with Holland, -
So dances the wheel of blind Fortune.
But I serve love while I'm alive
And for the service of strength in the heart of a young woman.

Let heaven and earth change
I am forever faithful to my shrine.

Sonnet 92

But there is no happiness in the world without a spot.
Who's to tell me that you're right now?

Sonnet 18

Can I compare your features with a summer day?
But you are sweeter, more confident and more beautiful.
The storm breaks May flowers,
And so our summer is short-lived.
Then the heavenly eye blinds us,
That bright weather hides me
Caresses, undead and disturbs us
By its random whim, nature.
And your day does not decrease,
The sunny summer does not fade.
And a mortal shadow will not hide you, -
You will live forever in the lines of the poet.
Among the living you will be until then,
As long as the chest breathes and sees the gaze.

Sonnet 113

From the day of separation - an eye in my soul,
And the one by which I find the way,
Can't see visible things
Even though I'm still looking at everything.

Neither heart nor consciousness a cursory glance
Cannot give an account of what he saw.
He is not happy with grass, flowers and birds,
And nothing lives in it for long.

Beautiful and ugly object
Turns the gaze into your likeness:
Dove and crow, darkness and light,

Blue sea and mountain peaks.
Full of you and deprived of you
My faithful gaze sees the wrong dream.