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Sonnet C

Rating: 3.1
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
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Fabrizio Frosini 07 November 2015
There was probably an interval of some months between this and the last Sonnet; and very likely there had been no personal interview between the poet and his friend for a still longer period (lines 9,10) . The poet now calls upon his Muse to resume her strains, and, in defiance of Time, to celebrate the fame of his friend.
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
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* Sunprincess * 25 December 2013
~Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life; So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife. ~ ......no worries William..your muse has served you well love the ending of this wonderful write....
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Egal Bohen 11 February 2006
A bit of self criticism here I think by William.......
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