Tuesday, 28 February 2012

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,
and summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
And every fair from fair sometimes decline,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd

But the eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession for that fair thou ow'st
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

As long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Do you remember this poem? Of course you do. Form 4 Literature English syllabus.

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