Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Lxvi Comments

Rating: 4.8

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
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William Shakespeare
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John William 16 July 2018

What is this poem about?

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Denis Prosser 11 July 2017

Brilliant poem. I could read this again and again and not tire of it.

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Denis Prosser 11 July 2017

One of repetitive nature of the poem enforces his message.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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