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authorcyfraeviolae <cyfraeviolae>2022-07-23 00:09:05 -0400
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"link": "https://www.bartleby.com/360/2/277.html",
},
+ {
+ "line": "Take all my loves my love yea take them all".split(' '),
+ "renderLine": "Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all",
+ "scansion": 'x / x / x / x / x /',
+ "title": "Sonnet 40",
+ "collection": null,
+ "author": "William Shakespeare",
+ "meter": "iambic pentameter",
+ "ctx": `
+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 blamed if thou this self deceivest
+By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
+I do forgive thy robb’ry, 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.`,
+ "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50426/sonnet-40-take-all-my-loves-my-love-yea-take-them-all",
+ },
+ {
+ "line": "I seek with garlands to redress that wrong".split(' '),
+ "renderLine": "I seek with garlands to redress that wrong",
+ "scansion": 'x / x /x / x/ x /',
+ "title": "The Coronet",
+ "collection": null,
+ "author": "Andrew Marvell",
+ "meter": "iambic pentameter",
+ "ctx": `
+When for the thorns with which I long, too long,
+With many a piercing wound,
+My Saviour’s head have crowned,
+I seek with garlands to redress that wrong:
+Through every garden, every mead,
+I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers),
+Dismantling all the fragrant towers
+That once adorned my shepherdess’s head.
+`,
+ "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48328/the-coronet",
+ },
]
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