Sonnet XLIV (William Shakespeare Poems)
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of ...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of ...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of ...
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