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- Soneto 40 de Shakespeare
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Informações Adicionais: Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call; All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest; But yet be blam\'d, if thou thy self deceivest By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty: And yet, love knows it is a greater grief To bear love\'s wrong, than hate\'s known injury. Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes. Fonte: Librivox (http://librivox.org/sonnets-by-william-shakespeare/) Palavras-chave: Amor. Posse. Enjambement. Coerência. |
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