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Sonnet. #19. Time Death. Shakespeare. Sonnet?. 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-lived phoenix in her blood.
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Sonnet #19
Shakespeare Sonnet?
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-lived phoenix in her blood
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,Nor 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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