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Sonnet 28
Est-ce une promesse de repos...? How can I then return in happy plight,That am debarred the benefit of rest?When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,But day by night and night by day oppressed, And each, though enemies to either's reign,Do in consent...
Sonnet 27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;But then begins a journey in my headTo work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,And keep...
Sonnet 26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written embassage,To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mineMay make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,But that I hope...
Sonnet 25
Let those who are in favour with their starsof public honour and proud titles boast,whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph barsUnlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spreadbut as the marigold at the sun's eye,And...
Sonnet 24
Perspective de Paris Maurice Utrillo Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled,Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,And perspective that is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see his...
Sonnet 23
'She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to...
Sonnet 22
Bernardo Strozzi dit Il Cappucino la vieille dame au miroir.(Vers 1615) My glass shall not persuade me I am old,So long as youth and thou are of one date;But when in thee time's furrows I behold,Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that...
Sonnet 21
Les Muses Inquiétantes Giorgio de Chirico (1918) So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare'...
Sonnet 20
'C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux !' Arthur Rimbaud (Ophélia) A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;A woman's gentle heart, but not acquaintedWith...
Sonnet 19
'Ni le temps passé, ni les amours reviennent...' Guilaume Appolinaire (Sous le Pont Mirabeau) 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...