I love the emotional honesty here. His father died an untimely death, and no one seems to care. Not even his mother. Big emotions happen like this, outburst, anger, tears, then steely resolve. I see where people are coming from with the "overacting" comments, but I respectfully disagree.
@@theorphanage3254 He’s acting. He’s acting well but it is still acting. He is not Hamlet. In other words he is talking to an audience not to himself. You must talk to yourself; and you must deeply and profoundly feel the emotions that were tormenting Hamlet. Use your intuition, and good luck! And forget any audience!
😀The Lake Isle of Innisfree Oh, I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
What a load of mush from you lot! Instead of these useless exclamations of vapid sentiment, do me a favour and go back to the text and study! "All you need is love": please!
This is just so beautiful. Pure Beauty. I came here because of the war today. Because I feel so depressed. Such a darkness over all of us, really. But I choose Beauty over Darkness. That's how I roll.
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.
Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 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.
