This is heaven - Much appreciation from this granny & my faithful companion, Lola the canine. We two are camping out, on DNR land, Western Lake Washington. 8/06/2022
there are a few writers who can describe extremely complex ideas in extremely complex ways. but none but shakespeare can desribe extremely complex concepts and ideas with absolutely clear and simplistic clarity.
Weile Ash well... thats true isn't it? we all get old and infertile. its a part of nature to want children. its how men and women, like other mammals are biologically hardwired. To believe otherwise is a narcissistic contrived lie.
I heard "kids" as a metaphor for "productions," because eternal time snuffs all but the immortal love from offspring's heart to onlookers' eye. (Difficult to write normally after hearing all that.)
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair, The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve, Thy worth the greater being wooed of time, For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love, And thou present'st a pure unstained prime. Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days, Either not assailed, or victor being charged, Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, To tie up envy, evermore enlarged, If some suspect of ill masked not thy show, Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
@不改名不背完新概念 It sounds to me the accent is awfully close to the London accent. That being said, it’s been a few years since I lived in the UK for my dad’s work so I might be off a little. Definitely VERY close to London at the least, though.
@@svalentine4667 It's Home Counties RP, (received pronunciation). But any voice artist could potentially imitate a region. (A Londoner, now living on the London and Kent border).
Thou sonnet hath unleached tranquility and festivity Thee hath preposterously illuminated common visions May the eye of the heaven shine luminously upon thy blething indistingushable to the lustre sun in May
@@heathstjohn6775 if you’re going to write a sonnet do it the right way, who am i to be dishonest if I see a child of God making a mistake that I know he can fix?
@@Gustavo-so7zk You must say and do what you think right, of course; as each of us, who agree, or disagree, with others do. To do so is to authorise others liberty to do the same; unless we're able to cite a prerogative. I shouldn't like anyone's jovial little attempts at participating in a collective little enterprise, like the Comments section, to be rebuffed by what might be for them a surprising stern tutorial, that's all. I was concerned for their feelings. But this isn't important, for, as I say, each of us writes what we think needs to be said, you did so, and so you identified what was personally most important, as people must. Thanks.
I repeatly expressed to my students, that there were few new concepts in literature, express in literature after this wild hounding wrenching, wretch in our time? "Till our ending doom!" Yes, he was a babbling obsessed, babbler amongst stories, and ideas? "Gift's comfort, for thy sake, of vanity!"
That 58 ignorant people give you the thumb down ??? A genius beyond cool. There are NO words to describe what Shakespeare did, whether you like it or not.
What merit did he possess? Was it not simply too teach love? And are not those 58 wise for hating such a fool? Is not love able to stand reason, I found bitterness leaves each season.
i am an indian boy but i have to read the lession of william sir it,s qustion is asked in english peaper during exam thank you very much to uplode this vidio
~38~ Cum să nu afle muza mea subiect Când tu respiri și-n versul meu torni iar Tot dulcele tău har, prea excelent Ca să-l găsești în orice text banal? O, meritu-ți revine numai ție Dacă voi rezista lecturii tale. Căci cine-i prost să nu poată să-ți scrie Când tu dai inspirației amploare? A zecea muză fii, de zece ori Cât cele nouă care-au fost odată; Cel ce te-o invoca, nemuritori Iambi peste timp și lume va să-mpartă. Dacă modesta-mi muză va da bine Munca-i a mea, gloria-ți aparține.
CXVI Unirea sufletelor mari nu are hotar, iubirea nu-i iubire dacă se schimbă cand întampină schimbare Sau cand se pleacă celui care pleacă. O, nu! Iubirea-i far aprins oricand, Furtunile şi bezna să le-nfrunte; Stea navelor ce rătăcesc, purtand Comori ce nu se ştiu sub-nalta punte. Ea nu-i nebunul timpului, chiar dacă Obraji şi buze roşii-i cad sub coasă. Prin vreme trece fără ca să treacă, Oricat i-ar fi ursita de tăioasă. De nu-i aşa şi totu-i născocire, Nicicand n-am scris, nicicand n-a fost iubire!
