Shakespeare is the most outstanding dramatist in the history of British literature, one of the most outstanding writers in the history of Western literature and art, and one of the most outstanding writers in the world. His surviving works include 37 plays, 155 sonnets, two long narrative poems and other poems. His plays have been translated into every major language and have been performed far more often than those of any other dramatist. Below are three of Shakespeare's famous sonnets that I bring to you. I hope you like them!
Shakespeare's classic sonnets:
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
Reserve their character with golden quill
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,
And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen'
To every hymn that able spirit affords
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,'
And to the most of praise add something more;
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
Then others for the breath of words respect,
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.
My silent poet is speechless;
They respect Your beautiful comments are numerous,
carved with brilliant and dazzling characters with a gold pen,
and famous quotes carved by all the gods of art.
I am full of enthusiasm, but they are good at singing and praying;
Like illiterate priests who only shout "Amen",
To respond to the refined words of the talented people The style of writing
melts every song of praise.
When I hear people praising you, I say, "Indeed, that's right."
No matter how much they praise me, it's never enough;
But I only say it in my heart. , because of my love for you
Although I am poor in words, my actions always take the lead.
Then, please respect them for their empty words;
Respect me for my speechless sincerity.
Shakespeare’s classic sonnet:
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid , my verse astonished.
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine.
Would it be that his majestic poems, high-spirited and high-spirited
sailing straight to seize the precious you,
caused my mature thoughts to abort in my mind, < /p>
No, neither he nor the night
The assistant sent to him can make me comatose.
Neither he nor his amiable ghost (who deceived him with his wit every night) could be proud
It was they who brought me down, Silence me;
Their threats will never frighten me.
But when his poems are full of your encouragement,
I will lack inspiration; this makes me depressed.
Shakespeare's classic sonnet:
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
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The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determine.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no Such matter.
Goodbye! You are too precious for me to reach high;
Obviously you also know the value of your own voice:
Your value is The securities are enough to redeem you,
I have no choice but to give up all my claims on you.
Because, without your approval, how can I possess you?
How can I be lucky enough to receive such a treasure?
Since this benefit is of no use to me According to this,
My patent license had to be cancelled.
You promised me because you underestimated yourself,
Otherwise, you would have misunderstood me, your recipient;
Therefore, your gift Since the generous gift came from a misunderstanding,
it will be returned to you after a better judgment.
In this way, I once possessed you, like a beautiful dream,
I was king in the dream, but when I woke up, it was all in vain.