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Monthly Archives: December 2012
Sonnet 29
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, … Continue reading
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Sonnet 28
How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day’s oppression is not eas’d by night, But day by night and night by day oppress’d, And each, though enemies to either’s reign, Do … Continue reading
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Sonnet 27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts–from far where I … Continue reading
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Sonnet 26
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May … Continue reading
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Sonnet 25
Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most. Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread But … Continue reading
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Sonnet 24
Mine eye hath play’d the painter and hath steel’d, Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein ’tis held, And perspective it is best painter’s art. For through the painter must you see his … Continue reading
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Sonnet 23
As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put beside his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to … Continue reading
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Sonnet 22
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that beauty that … Continue reading
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Sonnet 21
So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With … Continue reading
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Window Pain
Last night Jan and I watched a DVD of The Prince and the Pauper, 1937, Errol Flynn. The prince, having switched clothes with the pauper, now thrown out onto the street, hears that there’s a tax on windows, is shocked. … Continue reading
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