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nymphpens Β· 1 year
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When Shakespeare said, " I love not less, though less the show appear", and when Jane Austen said, "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more"
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Sonnet III
πΏπ‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘  π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑑
π‘π‘œπ‘€ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘“π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘š π‘Žπ‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ,
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑓 π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘’π‘€π‘’π‘ π‘‘,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘, 𝑒𝑛𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ.
πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘ β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘
π·π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦?
π‘‚π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ 𝑖𝑠 β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œ π‘“π‘œπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘
𝑂𝑓 β„Žπ‘–π‘  𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘‘π‘œ π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘ π‘π‘œπ‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘¦?
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿβ€™π‘  π‘”π‘™π‘Žπ‘ π‘ , π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘ β„Žπ‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’
πΆπ‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘˜ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π΄π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘šπ‘’;
π‘†π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘€π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘Žπ‘”π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘™π‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑒,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ π‘€π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘˜π‘™π‘’π‘ , π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘”π‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑓 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑏𝑒,
𝐷𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒, π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘–π‘šπ‘Žπ‘”π‘’ 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’.
The poet urges the young man to reflect on his own image in a mirror. Just as the young man’s mother sees her own youthful self reflected in the face of her son, so someday the young man should be able to look at his son’s face and see reflected his own youth. If the young man decides to die childless, all these faces and images die with him.
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capricorn-0mnikorn Β· 7 months
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Shakespeare sonnets, written to be a pair:
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way; For then despite of space I would be brought, From limits far remote where thou dost stay. No matter then although my foot did stand Upon the farthest earth removed from thee; For nimble thought can jump both sea and land As soon as think the place where he would be. But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought, To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone, But that so much of earth and water wrought I must attend time's leisure with my moan, Receiving nought by elements so slow But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
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The other two, slight air and purging fire, Are both with thee, wherever I abide; The first my thought, the other my desire, These present-absent with swift motion slide. For when these quicker elements are gone In tender embassy of love to thee, My life, being made of four, with two alone Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy; Until life's composition be recured By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come back again, assured Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: This told, I joy; but then no longer glad, I send them back again and straight grow sad.
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bookholichany Β· 3 months
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Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: "Thou single wilt prove none."
Sonnet 8
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rubenesque-as-fuck Β· 2 years
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William Shakespeare's Sonnet 14
First attempt at some ASMR poetry, sonnet requested by @mr-craig
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ivovynckier Β· 6 months
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Film composer Michael Kamen wrote some brilliant music for the CD "When Love Speaks", dedicated to Wiliam Shakespeare's sonnets.
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ameretat Β· 2 years
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That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel. For if you were by my unkindness shaken, As I by yours, you’ve pass’d a hell of time; And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken To weigh how once I suffer’d in your crime. O, that our night of woe might have remember’d My deepest sense, how hard true sorrow hits, And soon to you, as you to me then, tender’d The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits! Β  Β  But that your trespass now becomes a fee; Β  Β  Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
William Shakespear, Sonnets 120
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not-so-rosyyy Β· 6 months
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no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.
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beafarm Β· 2 months
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shakespeare-sonnets Β· 3 months
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Sonnet I
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘“π‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘  𝑀𝑒 π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘–π‘›π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘π‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦β€™π‘  π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘šπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑑𝑖𝑒,
𝐡𝑒𝑑, π‘Žπ‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ 𝑏𝑦 π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’,
𝐻𝑖𝑠 π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘¦.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’, π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠,
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑑’𝑠𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘β€™π‘  π‘“π‘™π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-π‘ π‘’π‘π‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘–π‘Žπ‘™ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙,
π‘€π‘Žπ‘˜π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Ž π‘“π‘Žπ‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘¦π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘“π‘œπ‘’, π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ 𝑠𝑀𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘™.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘β€™π‘  π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦ π‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”
π‘Šπ‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘œπ‘€π‘› 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘
𝐴𝑛𝑑, π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™, π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜β€™π‘ π‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘›π‘–π‘”π‘”π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘”.
𝑃𝑖𝑑𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘, π‘œπ‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘”π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘œπ‘› 𝑏𝑒—
π‘‡π‘œ π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘β€™π‘  𝑑𝑒𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘’.
In this first of many sonnets about the briefness of human life, the poet reminds the young man that time and death will destroy even the fairest of living things. Only if they reproduce themselves will their beauty survive. The young man’s refusal to beget a child is therefore self-destructive and wasteful.
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apollolewis Β· 5 months
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Ah yes the inability to fall asleep has struck again. My brain really likes popping random shit into my head to think about. Tonight it was Shakespeare and how β€œI compare thee to a summer’s day” was written about a man/boy
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cpcampanello Β· 9 months
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Sonnet No.3
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Simon Russell Beale reads sonnet 130, from Shakespeare for Every Day of the Year
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hilskygify Β· 26 days
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M.H. o ShakespearovΔ› 20. sonetu: β€žJe to takovΓ½... dneska bych Ε™ekl aΕΎ β€štransgenderovΓ½β€˜ sonet, ten dvacΓ‘tΓ½.β€œ zdroj: https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=2875&v=7jTwkAK-6-c&feature=youtu.be
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