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- # Sonnet 19
## Overview
This entry, labeled "19.", is a section containing a sonnet from the "SONNETS." chapter. It was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` and is part of the collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)".
## Context
This sonnet is part of a larger collection of poems, specifically within the "SONNETS." chapter, which is itself contained within a broader poetry collection. The sonnet is preceded by Sonnet 18 and followed by Sonnet 20.
## Contents
The sonnet, titled "19.", is a poem that addresses the destructive power of time. It implores time not to harm the beloved's beauty, arguing that the beloved's fairness will live on eternally through the verse. The poem's text reads:
"Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,
And make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood,
Plucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes,
And burne the long liu’d Phenix in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,
And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one most hainous crime,
O carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,
Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in my course vntainted doe allow,
For beauties parterne to succeding men.
Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong,
My loue shall in my verse euer liue young."
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- 19.
Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,
And make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood,
Plucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes,
And burne the long liu’d Phenix in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,
And do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one most hainous crime,
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O carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,
Nor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy course vntainted doe allow,
For beauties parterne to succeding men.
Yet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong,
My loue shall in my verse euer liue young.
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