William Shakespeare: Sonnet 8

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly, Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling Read more [...]

Shakespeare: Sonnet 4

Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty’s legacy? Nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, And, being frank, she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums yet canst not live? For having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. Then how when nature calls thee to be gone, What Read more [...]

Shakespeare: Sonnet 1 – video

The first 17 of Shakespeare's famous sonnets are considered to be a sequence. What is common in these poem, that they were written to an imaginary friends about whom we know little. He might be an existing figure from Shakespeare's friends, but it is also possible, that the poem were wirtten to Shakespeare himself. For the text of the poem please, click here. More about the sonnets can be found here. Read more [...]

William 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 seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must Read more [...]

William Shakespeare: Sonnet 71

SONNET 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. But let your love Read more [...]

The Sonnets of Shakespeare

Shakespeare – doubtlessly – is one of the most famous author of sonnets. However, interestingly, when his sonnets reached the audiences, the form of sonnets have become outmoded. They were first published by Thomas Thrope – in a so called „Carto” edition. There are a few missunderstandings, and it is possible, that the poems are not in the order of their birth. The first sonnet sequence, which stands of 17 poems is adressed to his friend, the misterious „W. H.” Shakespeare praises Read more [...]