Gedichte
Sonnet 18
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 dimm`d;
And every fair from fair some time declines,
By chance, or nature`s changing course, untrimm`d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow`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 breathe or eyes can see,
William Shakespeare, 1564-1616
Gedichte:
- Mensch, Schicksal, Gesellschaft
- Lebensstufen, Lebensalter
- Kindheit
- Gedichte über Freundschaft
- Liebesgedichte, Liebeslyrik
- Naturgedichte
- Naturlyrik
- Gedichte über Zeit
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