{"id":"01KG6S5PA31QJT65WV04ZRPFA6","cid":"bafkreienrvg36ui3y3sdpu3whwq3wcmyzonucettlhewc7mfhsdqlvwiyy","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# Sonnet 19\n\n## Overview\nThis entry, labeled \"19.\", is a section containing a sonnet from the \"SONNETS.\" chapter. It was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` and is part of the collection \"[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)\".\n\n## Context\nThis sonnet is part of a larger collection of poems, specifically within the \"SONNETS.\" chapter, which is itself contained within a broader poetry collection. The sonnet is preceded by Sonnet 18 and followed by Sonnet 20.\n\n## Contents\nThe sonnet, titled \"19.\", is a poem that addresses the destructive power of time. It implores time not to harm the beloved's beauty, arguing that the beloved's fairness will live on eternally through the verse. The poem's text reads:\n\n\"Deuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,\nAnd make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood,\nPlucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes,\nAnd burne the long liu’d Phenix in her blood,\nMake glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,\nAnd do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time\nTo the wide world and all her fading sweets:\nBut I forbid thee one most hainous crime,\n\nO carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,\nNor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,\nHim in my course vntainted doe allow,\nFor beauties parterne to succeding men.\nYet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong,\nMy loue shall in my verse euer liue young.\"","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:15.539Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Sonnet 19","end_line":10521,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.804Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"19.","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":10499,"text":"19.\n\nDeuouring time blunt thou the Lyons pawes,\nAnd make the earth deuoure her owne sweet brood,\nPlucke the keene teeth from the fierce Tygers yawes,\nAnd burne the long liu’d Phenix in her blood,\nMake glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet’st,\nAnd do what ere thou wilt swift-footed time\nTo the wide world and all her fading sweets:\nBut I forbid thee one most hainous crime,\n\n<!-- [Page 496](arke:01KG6QHPTDFREEW9DS9P3XFDF8) -->\n# SOWNS.\n\nO carue not with thy howers my loues faire brow,\nNor draw noe lines there with thine antique pen,\nHim in thy course vntainted doe allow,\nFor beauties parterne to succeding men.\nYet doe thy worst ould Time dispight thy wrong,\nMy loue shall in my verse euer liue young.\n\n20\n","title":"19."},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4GWYPZNAPTTX8SV5VW42","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5PA4GB0Q79JXJ0XB2KJY","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5PA4P3EN8MYN1WHBH1MV","peer_type":"section","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:13.635Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:15.708Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}