Sonnet XXXVI When We Met First
When we met first and loved,
I did not
Upon the event with marble
Could it
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Sonnet XXXVI Raising My Hopes
Raising my hopes on hills of high desire,
Thinking to scale the heaven of her heart,
My slender means presum'd too high a part;
Her thunder of disdain forc'd me retire,
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