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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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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 115
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,Even those that said I could not love you dearer:Yet then my…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 114
Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?Or whether shall I say, mine…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 113
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,And that which governs me to go aboutDoth part his function,…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 112
Your love and pity doth th’ impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamped upon my brow;For what care I who calls me…
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