Sonnet 19: Devouring Time Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws , by William Shakespeare
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And...
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And...
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
A...
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones e...
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an ...
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherei...
PATIENCE, little Heart.
One day a heavy, Jun...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the ...
Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimne...
Now is the triumph of Love, now is the day of ...
That way look, my Infant, lo!
What a pretty ...
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of...
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
I Came the barbarian horde with the autumn;
...
Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
An...
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast...
I I DREAMED of a jungle flowered with burning ...
I am the pitiless Sand Storm,
The whelp of a ...
White-robed against the threefold white
Of shu...
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
She whom I worship night and day, she loathes ...
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When ...
Sometimes she seems so helpless and so mile,
...
In the still jungle of the senses lay
A tiger ...