Shakespeare İngilizce Şiirleri,William Shakespeare İngilizce Şiirleri,William Shakespeare Şiirleri İngilizce By William Shakespeare 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 too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possesion of that fair thou own'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breath, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. By William Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such a fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.