Thursday, January 1, 2004

On Reading Shakepeare's Sonnets Comments

Rating: 3.8

THY verse is like a cool and shady well
Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close
Far from the common way, where violets doze
In green-deep grass beside the sweet hare-bell.
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George William Lewis Marshall-Hall
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Khairul Ahsan 07 September 2020

'When leaves are yellowing in the sallow sun And evening’s bloom is flush across the sky, When haggard summer tottereth in his run And gracious moist-eyed autumn draweth nigh' - Loved this quatrain the most.

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 September 2020

O king! majestical in thy decline As in thy Spring, —might such an end be mine! ........greatly tribute

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M Asim Nehal 07 September 2020

A fantastic tribute to the Master Poet. Well done/

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Ruta Mohapatra 07 September 2020

A wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing!

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 September 2020

There is a royal restraint in thy sad rhyme, Dis-calmèd calm, and passion passionless, And mellowed is all taint of bitterness Into the harmony of that still time The great Schakespeare. tony

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 07 September 2020

A master piece dedicated to a master poet so well crafted I am speechless 10++++

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Mahtab Bangalee 07 September 2019

There is a royal restraint in thy sad rhyme, Dis-calmèd calm, and passion passionless, .../// it's greatest tribute poem on the sonnet of the great W. Shakespeare.........../// like it

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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 September 2019

When leaves are yellowing in the sallow sun And evening’s bloom is flush across the sky, When haggard summer tottereth in his run And gracious moist-eyed autumn draweth nigh.....haunting expression. Beautiful poem.

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Tamara Beryl Latham 07 September 2019

A more perfect poem could not have been chosen as classic poem of the day. Shakespeare would have been proud of the sonnet you penned in recognition of his great sonnet contribution.

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 September 2019

And each wayfarer as he stoopeth there Doth spy a face that is most like his own, So weary and—ah me! —so woe-begone That almost he forgetteth his deep care.. a very fine poem. tony

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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 September 2019

A glowing tribute to Shakespeare and his creative genius. This poem in itself a great poem worthy of classic poem of the day.

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Uche Nwanze 07 September 2019

A masterpiece deserving of poem of the day.

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Rajnish Manga 07 September 2019

An humble, respectful and wholesome tribute to Shakespeare and his creative genius. My sincere thanks to George William.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 September 2019

In green-deep grass! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Aniruddha Pathak 07 September 2019

A lovely say on Shakespeare's sonnets, especially the couplet that ends it.

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