Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Lxiii Comments

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Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night,
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William Shakespeare
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2019

we as readers taste his greatness. tony

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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