sonnet 19 - William Shakespeare

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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets; But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Him in thy course untainted do.

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नाम WPM सट्टाई
theking 78.75 92.0%
bsmurthwaite 65.97 92.2%
user624151 55.44 91.0%
janetta64 51.71 95.9%
tengugod 48.88 86.7%
user703302 48.38 90.5%
lilyhn 44.02 95.4%
user534512 43.26 94.8%
user532355 35.93 92.2%
user947492 27.03 85.0%

हालका लागि

नाम WPM सट्टाई
theking 78.75 92.0%
user534512 43.26 94.8%
user532355 35.93 92.2%
user624151 55.44 91.0%
user703302 48.38 90.5%
user947492 27.03 85.0%
bsmurthwaite 65.97 92.2%
janetta64 51.71 95.9%