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Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

© William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now

© William Shakespeare

Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn

Her handkerchief all soaked in tears, she cannot dream,
In deepest night before the palace voices sing.
Her rosy cheeks aren't old, but first love has been cut,
Leaning, wreathed in smoke, she sits until the dawn.

Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath

© Richard Savage

Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.
Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue shine.
Quick to Augusta bear the prize away;
There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.

Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

© William Shakespeare

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Der Verlust

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Alles ging fuer mich verloren,
Als ich Sylvien verlor.
Du nur gingst nicht mit verloren,
Liebe, da ich sie verlor!

Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

© William Shakespeare

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled.
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.

Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is

© William Shakespeare

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, labouring for invention bear amis
The second burthen of a former child!

The Problem

© Henry Timrod

Not to win thy favor, maiden, not to steal away thy heart,

Have I ever sought thy presence, ever stooped to any art;

The Fairy Thorn-Tree

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

And so, 'tis said, if to that fairy thorn-tree
You dare to go, you see her ghost so lone,
She prays for love of her that you will aid her,
And give your soul to buy her back her own.

My Mary

© James Whitcomb Riley

My Mary, O my Mary!

The simmer-skies are blue;

Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said

© William Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force! Be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today by feeding is allayed,
Tomorrow sharpened in his former might.

Song of the Evening River

© Bai Juyi

Remnants of sun ribbon the river--
half and half, black river red.
Third night, ninth month lovely hour;
pearled dew, bent bow moon.

Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.

Anhelli - Chapter 11

Then the Shaman, having finished the burial of the dead men,
sought him with his eyes ;
and seeing hirn nowhere, went up on the hill.

The Monk in the Garden

He comes from Mass early in the morning
The sky's the very blue Madonna wears;
The air's alive with gold! Mark you the way
The birds sing and the dusted shimmer of dew
On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, what a day!