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Marguerite

SONNET NO.18

 

  1.       Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
          Thou  art more lovely and more temperate:
          Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
          And summers  lease hath all too short a date:
          Some time too hot the eye of heaven  shines,
          And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
          And every fair   from fair  sometimes declines ,
          By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
          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 t o time  thou  growest,
          So long  as men can breathe or eyes can see,
          So long  lives this, and this gives life to thee.


 

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