Literature
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 38
How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 37
As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune’s dearest…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 36
Let me confess that we two must be twain,Although our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 35
No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:Clouds and eclipses stain both moon…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 34
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travel forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o’ertake me…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 32
If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall coverAnd shalt by fortune once more…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 31
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposed dead;And there reigns Love, and all Love’s loving…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 29
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless…
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