– Good Morning! – Shakespeare Sonnet 73

  Shakespeare Sonnet 73 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; […]

– Good morning! – Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29

  Shakespeare’s 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, Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s […]

– Good morning! – Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

  Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 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 heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d, And every fair […]

– Good morning! – Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116

  Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 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-fixèd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, […]

– Good Morning! – Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1

  Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1 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 bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy […]

– Good morning! – Shakespeare’s Sonnets: 101

  ***********   Mobile version   ***********     Shakespeare’s Sonnet: 101 O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy’d? Both truth and beauty on my love depends; So dost thou too, and therein dignified. Make answer Muse: wilt thou not haply say, ‘Truth needs no colour, […]

French – FRANÇAIS: Sonnet 64 de William Shakespeare

Sonnet 64 When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the […]

French – FRANÇAIS: Sonnet 63 de William Shakespeare

Sonnet 63 Against my love shall be, as I am now, With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’er-worn; When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night, And all those beauties whereof now he’s king Are vanishing or vanish’d […]

French – FRANÇAIS: Sonnet 62 de William Shakespeare

Sonnet 62 Sin of self-love possesseth all mine butt And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth of such account, And for myself mine […]

French- FRANÇAIS: Sonnet 61 de William Shakespeare

Sonnet 61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee So far from home into my deeds to pry, To find […]

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