How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97)

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How like a winter hath my absence been (Sonnet 97) by William Shakespeare How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
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Unformatted text preview: Like widowd wombs after their lords decease: Yet this abundant issue seemd to me But hope of orphans and unfatherd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winters near....
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