Sonnet （by William Shakespeare） My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;; Coral is far more red than her lips' red;: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;,, If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
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Notes: This poem is written in Petrarchan sonnet form by William Wordsworth describing London, viewed from one of the bridges over the Thames, in the early morning.
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William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), Sonnet XXX When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor wars quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
