The Sonnets (unabridged)

William Shakespeare

The Sonnets

Read by Alex Jennings

unabridged

Everyone knows something of Shakespeare’s sonnets, even if only in memorable fragments like ‘the darling buds of may’ or ‘remembrance of things past’ ‘the marriage of minds’. For centuries these wonderfully-crafted, intense lyrics have stood for something valued about youth, love and the emotional complexities belonging to that time of life. This new recording presents all 154 of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, using the New Cambridge Shakespeare texts.

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3 CDs | Running Time: 3h 09m | ISBN: 978–962–634–145–2 | Cat. no.: NA314512 | RRP: £13.99RRP:£13.99 GBPSRP: US $ 22.98RRP:£13.99 GBP

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INCLUDED IN The Sonnets

Sonnet 1 From fairest creatures we desire increase
Sonnet 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
Sonnet 3 Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Sonnet 4 Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Sonnet 5 Those hours that with gentle work did frame
Sonnet 6 Then let not winter’sragged hand deface
Sonnet 7 Lo in the orient when the gracious light
Sonnet 8 Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sonnet 9 Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye
Sonnet 10 For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any
Sonnet 11 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow’st
Sonnet 12 When I do count the clock that tells the time
Sonnet 13 O that you were your self! but, love, you are
Sonnet 14 Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck
Sonnet 15 When I consider every thing that grows
Sonnet 16 But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come
Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Sonnet 19 Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’spaws
Sonnet 20 A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that Muse
Sonnet 22 My glass shall not persuade me I am old
Sonnet 23 As an unperfect actor on the stage
Sonnet 24 Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled
Sonnet 25 Let those who are in favour with their stars
Sonnet 26 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Sonnet 27 Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
Sonnet 28 How can I then return in happy plight
Sonnet 29 When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes
Sonnet 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnet 31 Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Sonnet 32 If thou survive my well-contented day
Sonnet 33 Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Sonnet 34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
Sonnet 35 No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
Sonnet 36 Let me confess that we two must be twain
Sonnet 37 As a decrepit father takes delight
Sonnet 38 How can my Muse want subject to invent
Sonnet 39 O how thy worth with manners may I sing
Sonnet 40 Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
Sonnet 41 Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
Sonnet 42 That thou hast her, it is not all my grief
Sonnet 43 When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
Sonnet 44 If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
Sonnet 45 The other two, slight air and purging fire
Sonnet 46 Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Sonnet 47 Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
Sonnet 48 How careful was I, when I took my way
Sonnet 49 Against that time (if ever that time come)
Sonnet 50 How heavy do I journey on the way
Sonnet 51 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Sonnet 52 So am I as the rich whose blessèd key
Sonnet 53 What is your substance, whereof are you made
Sonnet 54 O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
Sonnet 55 Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Sonnet 56 Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
Sonnet 57 Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Sonnet 58 That god forbid, that made me first your slave
Sonnet 59 If there be nothing new, but that which is
Sonnet 60 Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
Sonnet 61 Is it thy will thy image should keep open
Sonnet 62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
Sonnet 63 Against my love shall be as I am now
Sonnet 64 When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
Sonnet 65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Sonnet 66 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Sonnet 67 Ah whereforewith infection should he live
Sonnet 68 Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn
Sonnet 69 Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Sonnet 70 That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect
Sonnet 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Sonnet 72 Olest the world should task you to recite
Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold
Sonnet 74 But be contented when that fell arrest
Sonnet 75 So are you to my thoughts as food to life
Sonnet 76 Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
Sonnet 77 Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear
Sonnet 78 So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
Sonnet 79 Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid
Sonnet 80 O how I faint when I of you do write
Sonnet 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make
Sonnet 82 I grant thou wert not married to my Muse
Sonnet 83 I never saw that you did painting need
Sonnet 84 Who is it that says most which can say more
Sonnet 85 My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still
Sonnet 86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse
Sonnet 87 Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing
Sonnet 88 When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
Sonnet 89 Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
Sonnet 90 Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
Sonnet 91 Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
Sonnet 92 But do thy worst to steal thyself away
Sonnet 93 So shall I live, supposing thou art true
Sonnet 94 They that have pow’r to hurt, and will do none
Sonnet 95 How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Sonnet 96 Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness
Sonnet 97 How like a winter hath my absence been
Sonnet 98 From you have I been absent in the spring
Sonnet 99 The forward violet thus did I chide
Sonnet 100 Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long
Sonnet 101 O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
Sonnet 102 My love is strength’ned, though more weak in seeming
Sonnet 103 Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth
Sonnet 104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old
Sonnet 105 Let not my love be called idolatry
Sonnet 106 When in the chronicle of wasted time
Sonnet 107 Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Sonnet 108 What’s in the brain that ink may character
Sonnet 109 O never say that I was false of heart
Sonnet 110 Alas ‘tis true, I have gone here and there
Sonnet 111 O for my sake do you with Fortune chide
Sonnet 112 Your love and pity doth th’impression fill
Sonnet 113 Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Sonnet 114 Or whether doth my mind being crowned with you
Sonnet 115 Those lines that I before have writ do lie
Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Sonnet 117 Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all
Sonnet 118 Like as to make our appetites more keen
Sonnet 119 What potions have I drunk of Siren tears
Sonnet 120 That you were once unkind befriends me now
Sonnet 121 ‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed
Sonnet 122 Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Sonnet 123 No! Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change
Sonnet 124 If my dear love were but the child of state
Sonnet 125 Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy
Sonnet 126 O thou my lovely boy, who in thy power
Sonnet 127 In the old age black was not counted fair
Sonnet 128 How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st
Sonnet 129 Th’expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Sonnet 130 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
Sonnet 131 Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
Sonnet 132 Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
Sonnet 133 Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
Sonnet 134 So now I have confessed that he is thine
Sonnet 135 Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
Sonnet 136 If thy soul check thee that I come so near
Sonnet 137 Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
Sonnet 138 When my love swears that she is made of truth
Sonnet 139 O call not me to justify the wrong
Sonnet 140 Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press
Sonnet 141 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
Sonnet 142 Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
Sonnet 143 Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch
Sonnet 144 Two loves I have, of comfort and despair
Sonnet 145 Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Sonnet 146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
Sonnet 147 My love is as a fever, longing still
Sonnet 148 O me! what eyes hath love put in my head
Sonnet 149 Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not
Sonnet 150 O from what pow’r hast thou this pow’rful might
Sonnet 151 Love is too young to know what conscience is
Sonnet 152 In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn
Sonnet 153 Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep
Sonnet 154 The little Love-god lying once asleep

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