Sonnet XIX
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion\'s paws,
de William Shakespeare(2005)
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion\'s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger\'s jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate\'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love\'s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty\'s pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
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- Autor
- William Shakespeare
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 115
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- 1 min
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- 14
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William Shakespeare. “Sonnet XIX.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/william-shakespeare/poezie/sonnet-xixIntrebari frecvente
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