On this day, England honours the death of William Shakespeare, one of the world's greatest dramatists and poets.
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Some really interesting links by the BBC on two of Shakespeare's plays:
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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
- http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/dramamerchantvenice/movplotact.shtml
- http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/dramaromeojuliet/romeocharact.shtml
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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
SONNET 18 | PARAPHRASE | |
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? | Shall I compare you to a summer's day? | |
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: | You are more lovely and more constant: | |
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, | Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May | |
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: | And summer is far too short: | |
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, | At times the sun is too hot, | |
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; | Or often goes behind the clouds; | |
And every fair from fair sometime declines, | And everything beautiful sometime will lose its beauty, | |
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; | By misfortune or by nature's planned out course. | |
But thy eternal summer shall not fade | But your youth shall not fade, | |
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; | Nor will you lose the beauty that you possess; | |
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, | Nor will death claim you for his own, | |
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: | Because in my eternal verse you will live forever. | |
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, | So long as there are people on this earth, | |
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. | So long will this poem live on, making you immortal. |
Learn more about Shakespeare's life and works with this online exercise:
SHAKESPEARE, by olgapalomar
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