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O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his fickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow'st. If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack, As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure! She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure: Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee.
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Note that this "sonnet" has twelve lines.Text Authorship:
- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 126 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Richard Simpson (1820 - 1876), "Sonnet CXXVI", 1864 [ low voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 126, first published 1857
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-12
Line count: 12
Word count: 96
Oh tu, mio bel ragazzo, che in tuo potere tieni la clessidra del Tempo , e la falce dell’ora; che accanto al declino sei cresciuto e proprio lì dimostri che i tuoi amanti appassiscono mentre il tuo dolce io migliora. Se la Natura che sovrana governa ogni rovina, nel tuo procedere avanti, indietro ti sta tirando, lo fa per questo, per dimostrare come la sua maestria possa disonorare il Tempo i minuti uccidendo. Ma temila ugualmente, anche se è ben disposta! Può solo trattenere, ma non per sempre il suo tesoro serbare: L’obbligo di una verifica (anche se differito), esige una risposta e te, come sua quietanza, dovrà infine consegnare.
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- a text in English by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in Sonnets, no. 126
This text was added to the website: 2025-07-16
Line count: 12
Word count: 110
