Weekly Interlinear Poem




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Robert Jackson

This is the poem for the week of February 2.
A new interlinear poem is available each Monday.


Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws

-William Shakespeare's Sonnet No. 19


Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws
blunt thou the lion's paws=wear everything down, as you always do
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood.
make the earth devour her own sweet brood=return everything alive to dust
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix in her blood.
phoenix=a bird of legend that is burned up (and arises out of its own ashes)
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st
glad=spring,summer,fall
sorry=winter
fleet'st=pass quickly by

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.
nor . . . no - double negative, not uncommon in Shakespeare
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
for=as
succeeding=following in time

Yet, do thy worst, old time, despite thy wrong.
Yet - the poet abandons his injunction to Time
My love shall in my verse ever live young.





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-liv'd 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 allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old time, despite thy wrong.
My love shall in my verse ever live young.