William Shakespeare - Jack Edwards - The Sonnets Volume 2: Sonnets 78 To 154 flac
Performer: William Shakespeare - Jack EdwardsTitle: The Sonnets Volume 2: Sonnets 78 To 154
Style: Poetry
Released: Aug 1988
Cat#: CDH88022
Country: UK
Label: Helios
Size MP3 version: 1706 mb
Size FLAC version: 1459 mb
Size WMA version: 1240 mb
Rating: 4.1
Votes: 990
Genre: Audiofiles
William Shakespeare - Jack Edwards - The Sonnets Volume 2: Sonnets 78 To 154 flac
Tracklist
| 1 | 103 Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings Forth |
| 2 | 112 Your Love And Pity Doth The Impression Fill |
| 3 | 89 Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some Fault |
| 4 | 87 Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing |
| 5 | 85 My Tongue-tied Muse In Manners Holds Her Still |
| 6 | 79 Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid |
| 7 | 145 Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make |
| 8 | 99 The Forward Violet Thus Did I Chide |
| 9 | 119 What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren Tears |
| 10 | 125 Were't Aught To Me I Bore The Canopy |
| 11 | 126 O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy Power |
| 12 | 93 So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art True |
| 13 | 147 My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still |
| 14 | 101 O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy Amends |
| 15 | 116 Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds |
| 16 | 113 Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My Mind |
| 17 | 107 Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic Soul |
| 18 | 84 Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say More |
| 19 | 114 Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crown'd With You |
| 20 | 154 The little Love-god lying once asleep |
| 21 | 131 Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art |
| 22 | 139 O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong |
| 23 | 96 Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness |
| 24 | 102 My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming |
| 25 | 151 Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is |
| 26 | 135 Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy Will |
| 27 | 117 Accuse Me Thus: That I Have Scanted All |
| 28 | 127 In The Old Age Black Was Not Counted Fair |
| 29 | 140 Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press |
| 30 | 86 Was It The Proud Full Sail Of His Great Verse |
| 31 | 130 My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun |
| 32 | 90 Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, Now |
| 33 | 109 O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart |
| 34 | 152 In Loving Thee Thou Know'st I Am Forsworn |
| 35 | 78 So Oft Have I Invok'd Thee For My Muse |
| 36 | 133 Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan |
| 37 | 80 O How I Faint When I Of You Do Write |
| 38 | 92 But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself Away |
| 39 | 142 Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate |
| 40 | 123 No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change |
| 41 | 118 Like As To Make Our Appetite More Keen |
| 42 | 83 I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need |
| 43 | 124 If My Dear Love Were But The Child Of State |
| 44 | 120 That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now |
| 45 | 153 Cupid Laid By His Brand, And Fell Asleep |
| 46 | 150 O From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful Might |
| 47 | 143 Lo As A Careful Housewife Runs To Catch |
| 48 | 82 I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My Muse |
| 49 | 149 Canst Thou, O Cruel! Say I Love Thee Not |
| 50 | 122 Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My Brain |
| 51 | 111 O For My Sake Do You With Fortune Chide |
| 52 | 132 Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying Me |
| 53 | 100 Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long |
| 54 | 115 Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do Lie |
| 55 | 94 They That Have Power To Hurt, And Will Do None |
| 56 | 148 O Me, What Eyes Hath Love Put In My Head |
| 57 | 128 How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play'st |
| 58 | 141 In Faith, I Do Not Love Thee With Mine Eyes |
| 59 | 106 When In The Chronicle Of Wasted Time |
| 60 | 81 Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make |
| 61 | 98 From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring |
| 62 | 104 To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old |
| 63 | 137 Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine Eyes |
| 64 | 136 If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So Near |
| 65 | 95 How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The Shame |
| 66 | 88 When Thou Shalt Be Dispos'd To Set Me Light |
| 67 | 144 Two Loves, I Have, Of Comfort And Despair |
| 68 | 108 What's In The Brain That Ink May Character |
| 69 | 129 Th' Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of Shame |
| 70 | 138 When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth |
| 71 | 105 Let Not My Love Be Call'd Idolatry |
| 72 | 121 'Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed |
| 73 | 97 How Like A Winter Hath My Absence Been |
| 74 | 91 Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill |
| 75 | 110 Alas, 'tis True I Have Gone Here And There |
| 76 | 134 So Now I Have Confess'd That He Is Thine |
| 77 | 146 Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful Earth |
