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Literature Out Loud
Dane Allred celebrates the ”Abundance” of this universe as he examines one of the topics from his list of ”1001 Thanks”. Abundance will help you re-examine the abundance in your life.
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-four by William Shakespeare
The little love-god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire, Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the general of hot desire Was,...
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-three by William Shakespeare
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep. A maid of Dian’s this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground, Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love A dateless lively heat, still to endure, And grew a seething bath which yet men prove...
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-two by William Shakespeare
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn In vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee When I break twenty? I am perjured most, For all my vows are oaths but...
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-one by William Shakespeare
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and…
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty by William Shakespeare
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and…
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-nine by William Shakespeare
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee when I forgot Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend Revenge...
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-eight by William Shakespeare
O me, what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well...
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-seven by William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is...
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-six by William Shakespeare
Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth, Pressed with these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this...
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-five by William Shakespeare
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate” To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: “I...
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-four by William Shakespeare
Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still. The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colored ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his…
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-three by William Shakespeare
Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures broke away, Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent To follow that which flies…
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Sonnet One hundred and forty-one by William Shakespeare
In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who in despite of view is pleased to dote. Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted, Nor tender feeling to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell…
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Sonnet One hundred and forty by William Shakespeare
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain, Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express The manner of my pity-wanting pain. If I might teach thee wit, better it were, Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so, As testy sick men, when their deaths be...
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-nine by William Shakespeare
O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue; Use power with power, and slay me not by art. Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight, Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside. What need’st thou wound with...
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-eight by William Shakespeare
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her...
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-seven by William Shakespeare
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They know what beauty is, see where it lies, Yet what the best is take the worst to be. If eyes, corrupt by overpartial looks, Be anchored in the bay where all men ride, Why of eyes’ falsehood hast thou...
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-six by William Shakespeare
If thy soul check thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy will, And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there. Thus far for love my love-suit, sweet, fulfill. Will will fulfill the treasure of thy love, Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one. In things of great…
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-five by William Shakespeare
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will, And will to boot, and will in overplus. More than enough am I that vex thee still, To thy sweet will making addition thus. Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? Shall will in others seem right gracious,...
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Sonnet One hundred and thirty-four by William Shakespeare
So, now I have confessed that he is thine And I myself am mortgaged to thy will, Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still. But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, For thou art covetous, and he is kind; He learned but surety-like to write for me Under…
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Dane Allred celebrates the ”Abundance” of this universe as he examines one of the topics from his list of ”1001 Thanks”. Abundance will help you re-examine the abundance in your life.
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