Sonnet LXXVI (William Shakespeare Poems)
Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
How can my muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st ...
Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument all bare ...
Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and ...
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