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Sonnet Xix: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou The Lion's Paws

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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:
O, carve not with the hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!
Him in thy course untainted do allow
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* Sunprincess * 02 July 2015
.......beautifully penned, as always ?
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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