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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
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  • * Sunprincess * (12/17/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    Shakespeare is a wonderful romantic....these lines are so lovely

    ~Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
    Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
    And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

    Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
    And often is his gold complexion dimmed; ~

    still I believe there is nothing more lovelier than the sun
    when you eat an orange or even an apple from the orchard
    you are consuming the sun's energy
    this is purely love and purely bliss
    gives me so much happiness...I love the big golden orb.. (Report) Reply

  • Liliana ~el (10/27/2013 5:51:00 AM)

    This is is spectacular
    Her beauty, inner and exterior, is her immortality
    Her apparent presence is therefore acknowledged by any alive and well (Report) Reply

  • Francisca Darko (10/27/2012 5:18:00 PM)

    My favourite shakespeare poem. I memorised this when I was 8 and I still remember every line: D A great inspiration! (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (10/27/2012 11:04:00 AM)

    There are two near-blasphemous claims in this sonnet. The first is that the Youth’s beauty is equal to that of the glorified body that Catholics believe all will possess after death, and the second is that the Poet’s verse can sustain that heavenly state, even defeating death itself.

    But in the final couplet Shakespeare comes to his senses to say that this paradisal state will last only “So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see…”.

    This is not the only time in The Sonnets that Shakespeare flirts with blasphemous thoughts in his attempts to praise the Youth. (Report) Reply

  • Ever Love (4/7/2010 5:03:00 PM)

    i love seeing guys comment on this! finally! lol my absolute favorite
    : ] (Report) Reply

  • Tom Crocker (10/28/2009 10:28:00 PM)

    James Kinsley is right, it was written for Shakespeare's patron, the Earl of Southampton ostensibly by way of a 'and now a word for my sponsor' but there may have been a bit more to it than that. Not only is it very passionate as many of you remark, Southampton is known to have been bisexual and Shakespeare certainly had a lot of lovers! (Report) Reply

  • Herman Chiu (10/27/2009 7:13:00 PM)

    Shakespeare will always be remembered as a source of great writing, and this poem is just another excellent example of it. (Report) Reply

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