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128 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers when thou gwently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss … Continua a leggere

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126 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time’s fickle glass, his sickle hour, Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st; If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As … Continua a leggere

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124 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

If my dear love were but the child of state, It might for Fortune’s bastard be unfathered, As subject to Time’s love, or to Time’s hate, Weeds among weeds, or flowers with flowers gathered. No, it was builded far from … Continua a leggere

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123 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change! Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire … Continua a leggere

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122 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full charactered with lasting memory, Which shall above that idle rank remain Beyond all date, even to eternity; Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature … Continua a leggere

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121 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed When not to be receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling but by others’ seeing. For why should others’ false adulterate eyes … Continua a leggere

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120 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken, … Continua a leggere

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