Daily Archives: November 14, 2013

“Sonnet 73: That Time of Year Thou Mayest in me Behold” by William Shakespeare

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the … Continue reading

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