sonnets
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Cupidon, l'amour, toujours... Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead; And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear...
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Il est grand temps de donner des chiffres et une ébauche de plan des 154 sonnets pour tenter de sortir de ce labyrinthe. 2155 vers 154 x 14 = 2156 + 1 - 2 = 2155 1 - 125 1° partie à un jeune homme 1-17 sonnets de la procréation 12 les heures 26 le sonnet...
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Job (Marc Chagall) Nous allons le retrouver très souvent ce pauvre Job...avec des appréciations très diverses... When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look...
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Est-ce une promesse de repos...? How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed, And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent...
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And...
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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that...
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Don Quichotte Picasso Let those who are in favour with their stars of public honour and proud titles boast, whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most. Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread but as...
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Perspective de Paris Maurice Utrillo Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective that is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see...
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'She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to...
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Bernardo Strozzi dit Il Cappucino la vieille dame au miroir.(Vers 1615) My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that...
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