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  All days are nights to see till I see thee

  43
  When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
  For all the day they view things unrespected;
  But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
  And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
  Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
  How would thy shadow's form for ... (continue)

  43
  When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
  For all the day they view things unrespected;
  But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
  And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
  Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
  How would thy shadow's form form happy show
  To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
  When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
  How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
  By looking on thee in the living day,
  When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
  Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
  All days are nights to see till I see thee,
  And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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  My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
  Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
  If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
  If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
  I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
  But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
  And in some perfumes is there more delight
  Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
  I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
  That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
  I grant I never saw a goddess go;
  My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  As any she belied with false compare.

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  Sonnet CII

  My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
  I love not less, though less the show appear:
  That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
  The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
  Our love was new and then but in the spring
  When I was wont to greet it with my lays ... (continue)

  My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
  I love not less, though less the show appear:
  That love is merchandized whose rich esteeming
  The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
  Our love was new and then but in the spring
  When I was wont to greet it with my lays,
  As Philomel in summer's front doth sing
  And stops her pipe in growth of riper days:
  Not that the summer is less pleasant now
  Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
  But that wild music burthens every bough
  And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
  Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue,
  Because I would not dull you with my song.

  Il mio amore è più forte sebbene più sommesso appaia,
  io non amo di meno anche se meno lo dimostro;
  sarebbe da mercanti quell'amore, il cui risalto
  fosse ovunque decantato dal possessore!
  Era giovane il nostro amore, nella sua primavera,
  quando lo celebravo nei miei versi,
  come l'usignolo all'inizio dell'estate,
  e che poi si tace col progredire della stagione.
  Non che l'estate sia ora meno gradita
  di quando egli incantava le notti coi suoi lamenti;
  ma c'è ora tanta musica su ogni ramo
  che le più dolci cose, ripetute, perdono il loro diletto.
  Perciò, come l'usignolo, anch'io talvolta taccio,
  per non tediarti col mio canto.

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  Kazegafukuhi said on May 24, 2009 | Add your feedback

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  "There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,
  Than both your poets can in praise devise"

  "For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
  That then I scorn to change my state with kings"

  I distici che chiudono ogni sonetto sono frecciate struggenti, sublimi, micidiali, che ti si conficc ... (continue)

  "There lives more life in one of your fair eyes,
  Than both your poets can in praise devise"

  "For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
  That then I scorn to change my state with kings"

  I distici che chiudono ogni sonetto sono frecciate struggenti, sublimi, micidiali, che ti si conficcano dentro e interdetto ti lasciano a pensare...

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  Lo Gil said on Apr 23, 2011 | 1 feedback

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  Shakespeare aveva già detto tutto!

  Metà libro è dedicato ai sonetti in cui Shakespeare si strugge per il suo giovane amato e spesso ricorre la frase ''vivrai per sempre nei miei versi''. Dato che sono passati 500 anni e noi ancora leggiamo i suoi sonetti, che dire Willy, stai tranquillo: il tuo desiderio si è avverato.

  "Let me no ... (continue)

  Metà libro è dedicato ai sonetti in cui Shakespeare si strugge per il suo giovane amato e spesso ricorre la frase ''vivrai per sempre nei miei versi''. Dato che sono passati 500 anni e noi ancora leggiamo i suoi sonetti, che dire Willy, stai tranquillo: il tuo desiderio si è avverato.

  "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-fixed mark
  That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
  It is the star to every wandering bark,
  "Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
  Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
  Within his bending sickle's compass come:
  Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
  But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved."

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  Nadia said on Jan 24, 2012 | Add your feedback

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  Mi ha cambiato la vita.

  E ringrazio chi mi ha insegnato a leggere correttamente la metrica shakesperiana.

  'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
  When not to be receives reproach of being,
  And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed
  Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
  For why should others' false adulterate eye ... (continue)

  E ringrazio chi mi ha insegnato a leggere correttamente la metrica shakesperiana.

  'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
  When not to be receives reproach of being,
  And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed
  Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
  For why should others' false adulterate eyes
  Give salutation to my sportive blood?
  Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
  Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
  No, I am that I am, and they that level
  At my abuses reckon up their own;
  I may be straight, they they themselves be bevel.
  By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown,
  Unless this general evil they maintain:
  All men are bad, and in their badness reign.

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  Sfacteria said on Aug 24, 2011 about the Hardcover edition | Add your feedback

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  Splendido!!!

  When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
  For all the day they view things unrespected;
  But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
  And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
  Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
  How would thy shadow's form form happy show
  To the clear d ... (continue)

  When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
  For all the day they view things unrespected;
  But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
  And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
  Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
  How would thy shadow's form form happy show
  To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
  When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
  How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
  By looking on thee in the living day,
  When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
  Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
  All days are nights to see till I see thee,
  And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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• Paperback 194 Pages
• ISBN-10: 8854110922
• ISBN-13: 9788854110922
• Publisher: Newton & Compton
• Pub date: Jan 01, 2008
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