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30 mag 2023 · Introduction to the Sonnets. Few collections of poems—indeed, few literary works in general—intrigue, challenge, tantalize, and reward as do Shakespeare’s Sonnets. Almost all of them love poems, the Sonnets philosophize, celebrate, attack, plead, and express pain, longing, and despair, all in a tone of voice that rarely rises above a ...
By William Shakespeare. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought. I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
5 feb 2023 · William Shakespeare, regarded as the foremost dramatist of his time, wrote more than thirty plays and more than one hundred sonnets, all written in the form of three quatrains and a couplet that is now recognized as Shakespearean.
William Shakespeare est un dramaturge, poète et acteur anglais baptisé le 26 avril 1564 à Stratford-upon-Avon et mort le 23 avril 1616 dans la même ville. Surnommé « le Barde d' Avon », « le Barde immortel » ou simplement « le Barde », il est considéré comme l'un des plus grands poètes et dramaturges de langue anglaise.
Shakespeare published two long poems, among his earliest successes: Venus and Adonis in 1593 and The Rape of Lucrece in 1594. These poems were dedicated to his patron the Earl of Southampton. Venus and Adonis was Shakespeare's first-published work. Modelled after the Roman poet Ovid, it is a re-telling of the classical myth: Venus, the goddess ...
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. By William Shakespeare. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold. By William Shakespeare. That time of year thou mayst in me behold. When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang. Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day. As after sunset fadeth in the west,
