Description
From 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's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
Détails du livre
Format
Relié
Pages
108 pages
Langue
Anglais
Publié
nov. 12, 2005
Éditeur
1st World Publishing
Éditions
924 éditions
ISBN-10
1421813009
ISBN-13
9781421813004
Genres
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William Shakespeare's sonnets are a beautiful expression of a range of human emotions - from love to grief, anger, jealousy and lust. Including the instantly recognisable 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?' as well as a range of other equally moving works, this compilation brings together the complete collection of all 154 of Shakespeare's sonnets.
March 12th 2026