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Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse
Contents:
159. Sonnets XV
TO me, fair friend, you never can be old;
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three Winters cold
Have from the forests shook three Summers’ pride;
Three beauteous springs to yellow Autumn turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
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Chicago: Unknown, "159. Sonnets XV," Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed March 19, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4WPC72BTYCDC7LV.
MLA: Unknown. "159. Sonnets XV." Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 19 Mar. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4WPC72BTYCDC7LV.
Harvard: Unknown, '159. Sonnets XV' in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 19 March 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4WPC72BTYCDC7LV.
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