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Sonnet 19

         ,         ,      T     T   .   T        ,
      Devou|ring Time | blunt thou the li|on's paws,
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      And make | the earth | devour | her own sweet brood,
        T    .    T    T                   ,    ,         ,
      Pluck the keen teeth | from the / fierce ti|ger's jaws,
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      And burn | the long-|lived phoe/nix in | her blood,
             ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      Make glad | and sor|ry sea|sons as | thou fleetst,
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      And do | whatere | thou wilt | swift-footed Time
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      To the / wide world | and all | her fad|ing sweets;
          ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
      But I | forbid | thee* one | most^hei|nous crime,
          ,      ,      2        ,           T     T    T
      O carve | not with thy | hours my | love's fair brow,
            ,         ,       ,       2        T  T    T
      Nor draw | no lines | there with thine^|antique pen,
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      Him in | thy course | untain|ted do | allow,
            ,        ,        ,       ,        ,
      For beau|ty's pat|tern to | succee|ding men.
           ,         ,           ,        ,           ,
      Yet do | thy worst | old^Time | despite | thy wrong,
           ,           ,        ,      Tx    T    T
      My love | shall^in | my verse | ever live young.

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