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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 105: Unhappy Sight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by <br>So near, in so good time, so free a place? <br>Dead glass, dost thou thy object so embrace, <br>As what my heart still sees thou canst not spy? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I swear by her I love and lack, that I <br>Was not in fault, who bend thy dazzling race <br>Only unto the heav'n of Stella's face, <br>Counting but dust what in the way did lie. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But cease, mine eyes; your tears do witness well <br>That you, guiltless thereof, your nectar miss'd: <br>Curs'd be the page from whom the bad torch fell. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Curs'd be the night which did your strife resist, <br>Curs'd be the coachman which did drive so fast, <br>With no worse curse than absence makes me taste.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a></strong></div>

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