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TIME

SONNET NO.19

 

  1.                   Devouring Time  , blunt thou the lion's paws,
                      And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
                      Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
                      And burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood;
                      Make glad and sorry seasons, as thou fleets,
                      And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
                      To the wide world, and all her fading sweets;
              B       But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
            o C A     0 CArve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
              N       N or draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
                      Him in thy course untainted do allow,
                      For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
                        Yet, do thy worst ,old Time: despite thy wrong,                    My love  shall in my verse ever live young.


 

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