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105 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-105- Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind, Still … Continua a leggere

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104 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-104- To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to … Continua a leggere

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103 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-103- Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That, having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare is of more worth Than when it hath my added praise beside. O, blame me not if I no … Continua a leggere

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102 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-102- My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear. That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner’s tongue doth publish everywhere. Our love was new, and then but in … Continua a leggere

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101 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-101- O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein dignified. Make answer, Muse, wilt thou not haply say: … Continua a leggere

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100 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-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 fury on some worthless song. Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return, forgetful Muse, and … Continua a leggere

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99 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

-99- The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love’s veins thou … Continua a leggere

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