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A Farewell by FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Of that magnificent temple which doth bound
By Mohsin3 years ago in Poets
Sonnet VIII by Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Sonnet II by When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Sonnet CXVII by Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay, Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Sonnet CIX by O! never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify, As easy might I from my self depart
Sonnet XXIII by As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Sonnet XCV by How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
Sonnet LXXXI by Or I shall live your epitaph to make, Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; From hence your memory death cannot take,
All for Love O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty
Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring—
Sonnet XXXIX by O! how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
Blackberrying By Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,