Literature
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 125
Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,With my extern the outward honouring,Or laid great bases for eternity,Which proves more…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 124
If my dear love were but the child of state,It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfathered,As subject to Time’s love…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 123
No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:Thy pyramids built up with newer mightTo me are nothing novel,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 122
Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remain,Beyond all date,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 121
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,When not to be receives reproach of being;And the just pleasure lost, which…
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Anna Akhmatova I hear the oriole’s ever-mournful voice
I hear the oriole’s ever-mournful voice,And welcome the rich summer’s losses.Through the grain, packed tightly ear on ear,The sickle slices,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 120
That you were once unkind befriends me now,And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,Needs must I under my…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 119
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 118
Like as, to make our appetites more keen,With eager compounds we our palate urge;As, to prevent our maladies unseen,We sicken…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 117
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,Wherein I should your great deserts repay,Forgot upon your dearest love to call,Whereto…
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