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Sonnet 27 by William Shakespeare
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,But then begins a journey…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit;To thee I send this written embassageTo…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 25
Let those who are in favour with their stars,Of public honour and proud titles boast,Whilst I whom fortune of such…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 24
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled,Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart,My body is the frame…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 23
As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put beside his part,Or some fierce thing replete with…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 22
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,So long as youth and thou are of one date,But when in…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 21
So is it not with me as with that muse,Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,Who heaven it self…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 20
A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,Hast thou the master mistress of my passion,A woman’s gentle heart but not…
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 19
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion’s paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,Pluck the keen teeth from the…
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William Shakespeare – Sonnet 18
Sonnet 18, often called by its more romantic title, Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? is one of…
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