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132 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain. And truly not the morning sun of heaven Better … Continua a leggere

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131 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel. Yet in good faith some say that … Continua a leggere

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130 Sonnet – William Shakespeare

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen … Continua a leggere

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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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