Añadido: Jul 23, 2008
De: msbunburyist
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#119 What potions have I drunk of siren tears Distill'd from Lymbecks foul as hell within, Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, Still losing when I saw my self to win? What wretched erros hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought it self so blessed never? How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted In the distraction of this madding fever? O benefit of ill, now I find true That better is, by evil still made better. And ruin'd love when it is built anew Grows fairer then at first, more strong, far greater. So I return rebuked to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent. I am in the process of reading all Shakespeare's sonnets. My interpretations are drawn from the 1609 quarto as emended by C.D. Atkins.
Categoría: Education
Tags: 119 aloud iambic meter pentameter poetry read shakespeare sonnet
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msbunburyist Says:
Jul 28, 2008 - Thank you! This poem is rather significant to me - you guessed right - but I won't go further into it than that; must keep an air of mystery as to how I know about these things ;)
Bentleymon Says:
Jul 27, 2008 - "And ruin'd love when it is built anew Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater..."--I love that, and I love the way it rolls out of your mouth as if you knew all about forgiveness. Way to sell it, if you don't; way to believe it again, if someone made you doubt the power of forgiveness... Anyway, nice job. Once again: boffo. Roy