Shakespeare

 

Thy sight is young and thou shalt read when mine begin to dazzle.

September 26, 2020

Shakespeare

 What is your substance, whereof are you made,

That millions of strange shadows on you tend?

Since everyone hath, every one, one shade,

And you, but one, can every shadow lend.

Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit

Is poorly imitated after you;

On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,

And you in Grecian tires are painted new.

Speak of the spring and foison of the year;

The one doth shadow of your beauty show,

The other as your bounty doth appear,

And you in every blessed shape we know.

   In all external grace you have some part,

   But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

Shakespeare, Sonnets, LIII

Deo Volente

 

 we will meet at The Poets Quarry

Shakespeare's 88

 ...

That thou in loosing me, shall win much glory,

And I by this will be a gainer too,

For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,

The injuries that to myself I do,

Doing thee vantage, double vantage me.

     Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
    That, for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.

CIX

 

Shakespeare

 

Poetry Foundation: Shakespeare's Song "Fear no more"

CXIII

 

Juliet's Shakespeare

 

Sonnet XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?

Thou are more lovely and more temperate ,

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date :

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines ,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd :

And every fair from fair sometime declines ,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade ,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ;

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

   So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see

   So long lives this, and this give life to thee.

Sonnet LXXXIII

 I never saw that you did painting need,

And therefore to your fair no painting set;

I found (or thought I found) you did exceed

The barren tender of a poet's debt;

And therefore have I slept in your report,

That you yourself, being extant, well might show

How far a modern quill doth come to short, 

Speaking of worth, what worth in you doth grow.

This silence for my sin you did impute,

Which shall be most my glory, being dumb;

For I impair not beauty, being mute,

When others would give life, and bring a tomb.

     

        There lives more life in one of you fair eyes

        Than both your poets can in praise devise.

The Portable SHAKESPEARE

Shakespeare: Sonnet LXXVIII

 

So often I have invok'd thee for my Muse

And found such fair in my verse

As very alien pen hath got my use

And under thee their poesy disperse.

Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing

And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,

Have added feathers to the learned's wing

And given grace a double majesty. 

Yet be most proud of that which I compile,

Whose influence is thine, and borne of thee.

In others' work though dost but mend the style,

And arts with thy sweet graces graced be; 

        

        But thou are all my art and dost advance

        As high as learning my rude ignorance.

The Portable SHAKESPEARE

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Forever and Ever

 

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Shakespeare : " Sonnet CXXX"

 

Shakespeare's Sonnets

Open Source Sonnets

Shakespeare : "Sonnet CVII"

 

Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul

Of the wide world dreaming on things to come

Can yet the lease of my true love control,

Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.

The mortal moon hath her eclipsed endured,

And the sad augurs mock their own presage;

Incertainties now crown themselves assured,

And peace proclaims olives of endless age.

Now with the drops of this most balmy time

My love looks fresh, and Death to me suscribes,

Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,

While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes;

    And thou in this shalt find thy monument

    When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

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I am as constant as the northern star

Of whose true-fixed and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament

The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks

They are all fire and every one doth shine

But there's but one in all doth hold his place

So in the world

                                               Shakespeare

Shakespeare : "Sonnet CXVI"

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken,

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

      If this be error, and upon me proved,

      I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Shakespeare's Sonnets

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) : "Sonnet CXXVIII"

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st

Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds

With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st

The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap

To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,

While my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,

At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand.

To be so tickled they would change their state

And situation with those dancing chips,

O'er whom [thy] fingers walk with gentle gait,

Making dead wood more blest than living lips.

     Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,

     give them [thy] fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

                                       
                
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