William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (Sonnet 29)


When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee--and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/12/2013 7:37:00 PM)

    nice poem...he finds himself not content with what he has and troubles God and heaven, by asking for more and then discovers the little lark arises from the earth, is happy at break of day and joyfully sings, ...astonishingly beautiful :) (Report) Reply

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