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Sonnet 75

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.
"Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay.
A mortall thing so to immortalize,
For I my selve shall lyke to this decay,
and eek my name bee wyped out lykewize."
"Not so," quod I, "let baser things devize,
To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame:

My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
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Sneka 06 January 2020

Essay.sonnet 75 Edmund Spenser

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Rajib Baskey 28 July 2011

In this sonnet the poet eternalizes his ladylove...the poet is sure that the mundane world will once be destroyed but their love will continue for ever; nothing can affect their love....

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