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I look upon myself and curse my fate |
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Shall I compare you to a winter's day? |
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Pull down your vanity, |
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I say pull down |
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A world of made is not a world of born |
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I all alone beweep my outcast state and my eternal spring is shall not fade |
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Some safer world in depths of wood embrace |
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The stars move still with sound of glace |
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And all the air a solemn stilness holds |
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My ear is much enarmoured of your silent notes |
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What angel wakes me from my flowered bed? |
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Oh, you have killed my sleeping fairy-land |
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I pray you gentle mortal, sing again |
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I'm wandering till truth makes all things plain |
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By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn to stay but here awhile most radiantly |
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How glorious once above thy sphere and all the air |
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Heaven's matchless king does glance methought he is there |