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Sonnet I: (William Shakespeare)
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own...
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Sonnet II: (William Shakespeare)
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask’d where...
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Sonnet III: (William Shakespeare)
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where...
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Sonnet III:
That glass, one face doth from another, shield, When mirrored, grace thy fair and barren bloom. To form another, thou wouldst not be healed; So blest, wouldst thou thy mother’s youth resume? No fairer...
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Sonnet IV: (William Shakespeare)
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing but doth lend, And being frank she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost...
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Sonnet IV:
Wilt spend thou Nature’s battle unaware And lend thy loveliness when thou agree To legacy–or Heaven as thou dare? This battle, free to lose; for the degree That this abuse could bounteous appear; To...
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Sonnet VI: (William Shakespeare)
Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d. That use is not...
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Sonnet VI:
Ere winter’s sweetest place distils to night, Posterity could speak ten thousand times, Make not forbidden, those that willing fight; Deface thy ragged killer for its crimes! Should one refigure life,...
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Sonnet V: (William Shakespeare)
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel: For never-resting time leads...
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Can an Elephant?:
AnElephantCant hide his great pleasure To meet folk who know sweet Lady Day This place is quite grubby But please bring your hubby And just pop in next time you’re passing this way AnElephantCant...
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Sonnet:
AnElephantCant ever truly know, How certainly her “hubby” thinks it grand, That put a smile on my true loves face, Such wonderful attention, as first hand. But greatest joy as do your words bestow,...
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Do not gently go:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out,...
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Early this afternoon…
…I began feeling a bit under the weather. And in a few minutes, I will settle down into my bed with my laptop and something fizzy to soothe my throat, and write the answer to Will Shakespeare’s sonnet...
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Libertarian Shakespeare « Poetry « The ObjectOpus
This appears to be #7 in a sequence; or at the very least, a series of some kind. Plutarch, of liberal instance, coming forth In prose, historically reconciled With fate, persuaded Shakespeare that...
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On the 17th…
…is sonnet IV of the Shakespeare reflected variety. As usual, it is a reverse Spenserian. Internal rhymes are all couplets (also as per usual) however this time, I used all of Shakespeare’s rhyming...
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Sonnet XVIII: (William Shakespeare)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art 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...
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Sometimes one project, and…
…the desire to compete it, may supersede all other motivations. Because of this, look for a bit of laurel-resting, after which I will write more “Etudes.” (I believe) Still, the desire to continue with...
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Sonnet VII: Helpless
So dark within this place, what is this grey Like velvet fire that would my hand subdue? Can this–such sweetest pliancy as may Command my strength to helplessness–be true? What should I from this...
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In a few days will repost a sequence…
…which was and is essentially the catalyst to the Shakespeare project in that the insight I gained in writing these nine sonnets caused me to understand Will Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets in a way in which...
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Sonnet: Blessings of God’s Anointed
Gaze upon me, O Lovely, and beware, Or as thy frosts unfairly come, rejoice. Fair-play with fortune will confound Despair That, hideous with pride, hath shown its voice. For never-resting, God’s...
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William Shakespeare…
…wrote, I believe all, or most, of his sonnets while unable to perform his plays during an outbreak of the plague. There was,at this time, a moratorium placed on most public activities; therefore,...
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