Sonnet 16 - And yet, because t so
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And yet, because t so,
Because t more noble and like a king,
t prevail against my fears and fling
till my shall grow
too close against t o know
shook when alone. hy, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword
to one ws h,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
rife. If te me forth,
I rise above abasement at the word.
Make to enlarge my h.
Sonnet 17 - My poet, t touces
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My poet, t touces
God set between er and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of t floats
In a serene air purely. Antidotes
Of medicated music, answering for
Mankinds forlornest uses, t pour
From to tes
to suco on thine.
, t use?
A o sing by gladly? or a fine
Sad memory, o interfuse?
A so sing—of palm or pine?
A grave, on from singing? Choose.
Sonnet 18 - I never gave a lock of rong>
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I never gave a lock of hair away
to a man, Dearest, except to thee,
fully,
I ring out to th and say
take it. My day of yout yesterday;
My o my foots glee,
Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now swo pale cears,
taug hangs aside
trick. I t the funeral-shears
ould take t, but Love is justified,—
take it those years,
t here when she died.
Sonnet 19 - to s mercrong>
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to s merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon t mart,
And from my poets foreo my
Receive tweighs argosies,—
As purply black, as erst to Pindars eyes
tresses gloomed at
te Muse-broerpart, . . .
the bay-crowns shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on t is so black!
t of smooth,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay t wh;
, as on to lack
No natural till mine groh.
Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, wrong>
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Beloved, my Beloved, whink
t t in the world a year ago,
time I sat alone he snow
And saprint, he silence sink
No moment at t, link by link,
ent counting all my c so
t any blow
Struck by thus I drink
Of lifes great cup of wonder ! onderful,
Never to feel t
it or speech,—nor ever cull
Some prescience of te
t gros are as dull,
guess Gods presence out of sight.