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When I Do Count The Clock...
When I Do Count The Clock... SONNET #12 When I do count the clock that tells the time And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls all silvered o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. by: William Shakespeare |
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Love this poem.. Very lovely hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Love this poem.. Very lovely hugs V
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...congratulation....T...your posts lately....are spot on....I have loved poetry since I first read Poe, Shakespeare...etc... if there is only one of us...sorry Miss V...two of us left poetry will survive...being obsolete....and besides it is a visual turn on... thanks my friend... never a dull moment... Blue.... At least, this little exercise is getting me back to what I love best, and I've been going over some of my unfinished stuff. ...BTW, three of us... [/I]
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Thank you for sharing. Have a nice weekend!
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Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. A única alegria isenta de amargura é a de bem proceder.
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Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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