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16th Century 1 min

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks ... [+]

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16th Century 1 min

Loving in truth

Sir Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know; Knowledge might pity win ... [+]

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16th Century 1 min

With how sad steps

Sir Philip Sidney

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that ... [+]

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16th Century 1 min

I Might!–Unhappy Word–O Me, I Might

Sir Philip Sidney

I might!–unhappy word–O me, I might, And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; Till now wrapt in a most infernal night, I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss. Heart, rend thyself, thou ... [+]

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16th Century 1 min

When Far-Spent Night Persuades Each Mortal Eye

Sir Philip Sidney

When far-spent night persuades each mortal eye, To whom nor art nor nature granteth light, To lay his then mark-wanting shafts of sight, Closed with their quivers, in sleep’s armoury: With windows ... [+]

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16th Century United Kingdom 1 min

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

A Poison Tree

William Blake

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears: And I ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

London

William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

The Garden of Love

William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And "Thou shalt not." ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

The Lamb

William Blake

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, wooly, bright; Gave ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

The Sick Rose

William Blake

O Rose thou art sick: The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy ... [+]

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18th Century 19th Century 1 min

The Tyger

William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what ... [+]

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