letra de the age to come (sonnet xvii) - grant withington
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who will believe my verse in time to come
if it were fill’d with your most high deserts?
though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
which hides your life and shows not half your parts
if i could write the beauty of your eyes
and in fresh numbers number all your graces
the age to come would say “this poet lies;
such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.”
so should my papers, yellowed with their age
bе scorn’d like old men of less truth than tonguе
and your true rights be term’d a poet’s rage
and stretched metre of an antique song:
but were some child of yours alive that time
you should live twice, in it and in my rhyme
letras aleatórias
- letra de girl i like you - ethan aba
- letra de beware - stoneyyy wright
- letra de ma haine est viscérale - guizmo
- letra de ni me gustabas tanto - kaay
- letra de with my soul - budgie beats
- letra de nouveau riche - money$team
- letra de #maculkinproblems - bu hip-hop
- letra de triste pra sempre - jao
- letra de the real thing - gary hellman
- letra de draw something - step brothers