Sonnet 113: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch;
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet-favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
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Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie | 0 | 4.493 | 07/12/2011 - 01:06 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 114: Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you | 0 | 4.643 | 07/12/2011 - 01:05 | English | |
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Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth th' impression fill | 0 | 4.254 | 07/12/2011 - 01:02 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide | 0 | 3.945 | 07/12/2011 - 01:01 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there | 0 | 4.703 | 07/12/2011 - 00:59 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st | 0 | 4.967 | 07/12/2011 - 00:58 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart | 0 | 5.323 | 07/12/2011 - 00:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 108: What's in the brain that ink may character | 0 | 4.351 | 07/12/2011 - 00:57 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 107: Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul | 0 | 4.410 | 07/12/2011 - 00:56 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time | 0 | 4.625 | 07/12/2011 - 00:54 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry | 0 | 5.065 | 07/12/2011 - 00:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old | 0 | 4.848 | 07/12/2011 - 00:53 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth | 0 | 4.730 | 07/12/2011 - 00:52 | English | |
Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 102: My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming | 0 | 4.003 | 07/12/2011 - 00:50 | English | |
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Poesia Consagrada/Sonnet | Sonnet 10: For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any | 0 | 4.398 | 07/12/2011 - 00:40 | English | |
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