mewize | March 30, 2008
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mewize | March 29, 2008
Once base humanity from me crept, Under a bridge-way is where I slept And often times openly wept For the garden plot I had not kept More rueful posts I had languished in Places far worse I have surely been Even then I yoked strength within To needle aplomb and wake again I discovered tranquility [...]
mewize | March 29, 2008
This entry is part 7 of 18 in the series Shakespeare SonnetsLo! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middle age, yet mortal [...]
mewize | March 29, 2008
This entry is part 6 of 18 in the series Shakespeare SonnetsThen let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; [...]
mewize | March 29, 2008
This entry is part 5 of 18 in the series Shakespeare SonnetsThose hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel: For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there; [...]
mewize | March 29, 2008
This entry is part 4 of 18 in the series Shakespeare Sonnets 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, [...]
mewize | March 28, 2008
This entry is part 2 of 18 in the series Shakespeare SonnetsWhen forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field, Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held: Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure [...]
mewize | March 28, 2008
This entry is part 1 of 18 in the series Shakespeare SonnetsFROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making [...]
mewize | March 28, 2008
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow– You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? [...]