Robert Bridges, ed. (1844–1930). The Spirit of Man: An Anthology. 1916. | | | | Sonnet XVIII |
William Shakespeare (1564–1616) |
| | | SHALL 1 I compare thee to a summer’s day? | |
| Thou art more lovely and more temperate: | |
| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, | |
| And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: | |
| Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, | 5 |
| And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; | |
| And every fair from fair sometime declines | |
| By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d; | |
| But thy eternal summer shall not fade | |
| Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; | 10 |
| Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, | |
| When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: | |
| So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, | |
| So long lives this and this gives life to thee. | |
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