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Jan 23

1.     Poem

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temporate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:                   4
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And ervey fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;        8
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:                       12
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. Continue reading »

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