Literature
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Anna Akhmatova – To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium
To feel thoroughly ill, to sweat in delirium,To meet everyone known again,To roam the broad paths of a sea-side garden,Filled…
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Anna Akhmatova – To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling,
To lose the freshness of speech, the simplicity of feeling,Isn’t that, for us, like a painter losing the power of…
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Anna Akhmatova Venice
Gold dovecote by waters,Tender and dazzlingly green;A salt-breeze sweeps awayThe gondola’s narrow wake. Such sensitive, strange eyes in the streets,The…
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Anna Akhmatova – We shall not sip from the same glass
We shall not sip from the same glass,No water for us, or sweet wine;We’ll not embrace at morning,Not gaze from…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 103
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her pride,The argument all bare is of…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 102
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;I love not less, though less the show appear;That love is merchandized,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 101
O truant Muse what shall be thy amendsFor thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?Both truth and beauty on my…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 100
Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long,To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?Spend’st thou thy…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 99
The forward violet thus did I chide:Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,If not from my love’s…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 98
From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit…
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