Best Poems Of All Time – Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

da ROSEBUD – Arts, Critique, Journalism — 11 febbraio 2018 alle 17:53

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 from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can... Continua »

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