Poésies de William Shakespeare

gbPoésie britannique

A

  • A Fairy Song

    Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire!

  • A Lover's Complaint

    FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
    A plaintful story from a sistering vale,

  • All the World's a Stage

    All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances,

  • Aubade

    HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus 'gins arise,
    His steeds to water at those springs

B

  • Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

    Blow, blow, thou winter wind
    Thou art not so unkind
    As man's ingratitude;
    Thy tooth is not so keen,
    Because thou art not seen,

  • Bridal Song

    ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
    Not royal in their smells alone,
    But in their hue;
    Maiden pinks, of odour faint,

C

  • Carpe Diem

    O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
    O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
    That can sing both high and low;

D

  • Dirge

    COME away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypres let me be laid;
    Fly away, fly away, breath;
    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

  • Dirge of the Three Queens

    URNS and odours bring away!
    Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
    Our dole more deadly looks than dying;

F

  • Fairy Land i

    OVER hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire,

  • Fairy Land ii

    YOU spotted snakes with double tongue,
    Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
    Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;

  • Fairy Land iii

    COME unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:
    Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,--
    The wild waves whist,--

  • Fairy Land v

    FULL fathom five thy father lies;
    Of his bones are coral made;
    Those are pearls that were his eyes:

  • Fear No More

    Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
    Nor the furious winter's rages,
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,

  • Fidele

    FEAR no more the heat o' the sun,
    Nor the furious winter's rages;
    Thou thy worldly task hast done,

  • from Venus and Adonis

    But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
    A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud,

  • From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98)

    From you have I been absent in the spring,
    When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,

  • Full Fathom Five

    Full fathom five thy father lies;
    Of his bones are coral made;
    Those are pearls that were his eyes:

H

  • Hark! Hark! The Lark

    Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus 'gins arise,
    His steeds to water at those springs

I

L

  • Love

    TELL me where is Fancy bred,
    Or in the heart or in the head?
    How begot, how nourished?
    Reply, reply.

M

N

O

  • Orpheus

    ? or John Fletcher.
    ORPHEUS with his lute made trees
    And the mountain tops that freeze
    Bow themselves when he did sing:

  • Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees

    Orpheus with his lute made trees,
    And the mountain tops that freeze,
    Bow themselves, when he did sing:

S

T

  • Take, O take those Lips away

    TAKE, O take those lips away,
    That so sweetly were forsworn;
    And those eyes, the break of day,
    Lights that do mislead the morn!

  • That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)

    That time of year thou mayst in me behold
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

  • The Blossom

    ON a day--alack the day!--
    Love, whose month is ever May,
    Spied a blossom passing fair
    Playing in the wanton air:

  • The Phoenix and the Turtle

    Let the bird of loudest lay,
    On the sole Arabian tree,
    Herald sad and trumpet be,
    To whose sound chaste wings obey.

  • The Quality of Mercy

    The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
    It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
    Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:

U

  • Under the Greenwood Tree

    Under the greenwood tree
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird's throat,

W