Sonnet CXXXII (William Shakespeare Poems)
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain, Have put on black ...
O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine ...
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 ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But 'tis ...
How can my Muse want subject to invent While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse Thine own sweet ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain; Lest sorrow lend me ...
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, ...
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, Lest sorrow lend me ...
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