Selasa, 07 September 2010

William Shakespeare - Sonnet #18

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 Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And e
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, An
dvery fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
all Death brag thou wanderest in his
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor s
hshade, When in eternal lines to 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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