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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Twelve O’Clock

Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.
 
Now, until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray.

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Sonnet XLV: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire

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Sonnet VIII: Music to Hear, Why Hear’st Thou Music Sadly?

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Sonnet XI: as Fast as Thou Shalt Wane, So Fast Thou Grow’st

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Sonnet CXL: Be Wise as Thou Art Cruel; Do Not Press

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not… My tongue-tied patience with too m… Lest sorrow lend me words and word… The manner of my pity-wanting pain… If I might teach thee wit, better…
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All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…
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Sonnet LX: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

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From you have I been absent in th… When proud pied April, dressed in… Hath put a spirit of youth in ever… That heavy Saturn laughed and lea… Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the…
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