William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare was an English poet, playwright and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon". Wikipedia

A Sea Dirge

Full fathom five thy father lies: Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,— Ding-dong, bell.William Shakespeare...

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22 September

Blind Love – Sonnet 148

O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head Which have no correspondence with true sight; Or if they have, where is my judgment fled That censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is...

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19 September

Wedded Love – Sonnet CXVI

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, Whose...

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07 September

“In sweet music is such art”

Orpheus, with his lute, made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting Spring.Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay...

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31 August

The Approach of Age – Sonnet XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And...

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22 August

“The nature of an insurrection”

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.William Shakespeare, Julius...

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19 June

“Merciful Heaven!”

Merciful Heaven! Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split’st the unwedgeable and gnarlèd oak, Than the soft myrtle;—O, but man, proud man! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he’s most assured, His glassy essence,—like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the...

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03 March

Human Life

Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, And,...

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11 February