Sonnet 731

Sonnet 731 William Shakespeare?s Sonnet 73 That time of line of business thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruind choirs, where late the perfumed birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black iniquity doth take away, Deaths second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his juvenility doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumd with that which it was nourishd by. This thou perceivst, which makes thy warmth more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. Many praises shit verbally by William Shakespeare deal with tragedy, love and death, in sonnet 73 he focuses on death along with the signs of aging. Whether or not he is the subject o...If you want to get a just essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com

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