Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

In my youth’s summer i did sing of one, the wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;

She said that if her cheeks were flowers, the moisture his breath left on them would make them grow better than any rain could.

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Webshe breathed in his breath, saying it smelled heavenly and felt delightful.

My hasting days fly on with full career, but my late spring no.

Sweet roses do not so;

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea.

But, for their virtue only is their show, they live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;

The poem celebrates the 1594 wedding of spenser and.

These four lines appear in the sixth stanza of edmund spenser's epithalamion.

But, for their virtue only is their show, they live unwoo’d, and unrespected fade;

The poem celebrates the 1594 wedding of spenser and.

These four lines appear in the sixth stanza of edmund spenser's epithalamion.

Breathe life into a stone.

Web‘song of myself’ by walt whitman.

I have seen a medicine.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Webwhere’er the surge may sweep, the tempest’s breath prevail.

That's able to breathe life into a stone, quicken a rock, and make you.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what i assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summer's lease hath all.

I have seen a medicine.

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Webwhere’er the surge may sweep, the tempest’s breath prevail.

That's able to breathe life into a stone, quicken a rock, and make you.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what i assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summer's lease hath all.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, and what i assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good belongs to.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summer's lease hath all.

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