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Sonnet 38
Beaucoup ont été oubliées, mais où est le dixième muse? How can my muse want subject to invent,While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar paper to rehearse? O! Give thy self the thanks, if...
Sonnet 37
As a decrepit father takes delightTo see his active child do deeds of youth,So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth; For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,Or any of these all, or all, or more,Entitled...
Hamnet
Le Royal Crescent, à Bath C’était en 1596, le 11 Août, j’étais avec toute la troupe, les Chamberlain’s men, avec Richard Burgrave et aussi avec George Bryan et Samuel Cross, à Faversham, peut-être était-ce à Bath, après que les chiens de l’île * nous...
Sonnet 36
D'autres inséparables. Let me confess that we two must be twain,although our undivided loves are one:So shall those blots that do with me remain,without thy help, by me be borne alone.In our two loves there is but one respect,though in our lives a separable...
Sonnet 35
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done. Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with...
Sonnet 34
Nuages, merveilleux, ou bien... Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,And make me travail forth without my cloak,To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,to...
Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from...
Sonnet 32
Calliopé, la muse du poète. If thou survive my well-contented day,When that churl Death my bones with dust shall coverAnd shalt by fortune once more re-surveyThese poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bett'ring of the timeAnd though...
Sonnet 31
Cupidon, l'amour, toujours... Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,Which I by lacking have supposed dead;And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,And all those friends which I thought buried.How many a holy and obsequious tearHath dear religious...
Sonnet 30
Alfred de Musset, c'est un poète dont j'aime à me réciter les vers, et ce sonnet 30 est celui de Willie que je connais depuis le plus longtemps...et cela n'a aucun rapport. When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things...