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    A Lover's Complaint
    A Lover's Complaint
    A Lover's Complaint
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    A Lover's Complaint

    By William Shakespeare

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    A Lover's Complaint William Shakespeare - A Lover's Complaint is a narrative poem published as an appendix to the original edition of Shakespeare's sonnets. It is given the title A Lover's Complaint in the book, which was published by Thomas Thorpe in 1609. Although published as Shakespeare's work, the poem's authorship has become a matter of critical debate. The majority opinion is that it is by Shakespeare.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPhoemixx Classics Ebooks
    Release dateOct 31, 2021
    ISBN9783986776428
    A Lover's Complaint
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      A Lover's Complaint

      From off a hill whose concave womb reworded

        A plaintful story from a sist'ring vale,

        My spirits t'attend this double voice accorded,

        And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale,

        Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,

        Tearing of papers, breaking rings atwain,

        Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.

      Upon her head a platted hive of straw,

        Which fortified her visage from the sun,

        Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw

        The carcase of a beauty spent and done.

        Time had not scythed all that youth begun,

        Nor youth all quit, but spite of heaven's fell rage

        Some beauty peeped through lattice of

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