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 12-30-2009, 10:58 PM
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As we all know that Shakespear has alot of sonnets, so in this post i will post a sonnet ever day so we all can read it. most of his sonnet have a very nice topic or theme and the way he describes things is really nice. some of them have title and some have just number as a title.
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Sonnet # XII
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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01-01-2010, 08:19 PM
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XIII.
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so. |
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01-05-2010, 11:29 AM
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Sonnet 116
I like this because it has a catalogue of all the sciences that flourished, or almost reached their peaks, during the Renaissance.
It's about the power of love, formally of course, but the end refutes that form
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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01-05-2010, 08:43 PM
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thank you Fact for enriching the topic
here is another sonnet , here shakespear says that it's not through science or his experince that he obtains his knowledge about life and love but everything he knows comes only and only from his lover.
XIV.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
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01-08-2010, 02:45 AM
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# 15
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
It was generally believed that man's behaviour and events were influenced, though not determined, by the stars and such influence is described as 'secret' because it worked behind man's back
and at the end the poet defeats both the ravages of time and the onset of Decay as he plants his friend anew.
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01-09-2010, 05:08 PM
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Thanks to YOU Talah :)
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
Sonnet 55
In short, you are more immortal than all immortals simply because you are commemorated in my poetry. Sh. seems to be aware of the power of writing in the face of the corrosive forces of time.
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01-11-2010, 12:54 AM
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Thanks for sharing Talah and 3xFACT, never read Shakespeare in the original language. You have an astonishing insight, do you work as a dramaturge or something like that??
and has Shakespeare's literature been translated into Arabic?
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01-11-2010, 06:32 PM
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 Jedidiah777 wrote: | Thanks for sharing Talah and 3xFACT, never read Shakespeare in the original language. You have an astonishing insight, do you work as a dramaturge or something like that??
and has Shakespeare's literature been translated into Arabic? |
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you welcom
for the translation, as i know there is no official translation but if you search the net you will find people did translate some themselves.
Thanks Fact for the nice sonnet, keep sharing.
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01-13-2010, 09:29 PM
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Sonnet 1
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee
here he praises beauty as usual make it mortal .He says:
We want the best-looking people to have children so that their beauty can be appreciated by future generations, and the nature's beauty will never die. And he realy asks women to get married or get in relationship, he said when you deny someone you're wasting your beauty.
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01-17-2010, 06:53 PM
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SONNET 2
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
this sonnet's theme is the continuation of sonnet#1 which is the necessity of procreation .the figure that Shakespear is taking about is clearly handsome so he doesn't want his friend to waist his beauty, and it's selfish and foolish for his friend not to prepare for the loss of his youth. The only way he can truly prepare is to have a son who can carry on his name and all his wonderful qualities, including his unsurpassed beauty.
one of my friend the other day said to me the same thing, she said "you must have a daughter, don't waist your beauty just like that."
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02-10-2010, 05:01 PM
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SONNET 3
Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother,
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember'd not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
we still in the same theme of the necessity to have a child and have the beauty .
he said:" you are the mirror of ytour mother and the child that you will have will be the mirror of you.
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02-11-2010, 09:43 PM
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SONNET 4
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.
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02-16-2010, 08:47 PM
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SONNET 5
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap check'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
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02-20-2010, 10:39 PM
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Re: sonnet 55
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Quote: I'll provide some Arabic translations for a number of sonnets--they have
a different taste altogether. I can imagine that they sound differently in this beautiful language... thanks for sharing them, there are surely some readers in this forum who will benefit from it, but for me to read these sonnets in Arabic, I might would need another 100 years here on this troubled earth  ... unless God would make a miracle and of course... you know I firmly believe in miracles... 
Take care and God bless you.
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02-21-2010, 09:38 PM
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SONNET 6
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair,
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.
still in the same theme of having a child to pass the beauty to.
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03-12-2010, 09:37 PM
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I will post his 'Prosparro's Speech' but not before I get one of Fairooz's songs that amazingly emulates the theme of the poem.
N.B. Prosparro's speech is the closing scene in the Tempests, and one of the saddest adieus :(
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03-14-2010, 09:17 PM
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How are you doing, FACT_FACT_FACT?
...can't help in this issue, there are so many Fairooz songs out there and I am almost sure I would pick the wrong one...
God bless you and once again I wanted to let you know that the Kingdom above is more than real and I pray that you will become a part of it.
Jedidiah
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03-15-2010, 09:56 AM
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أنا صار لازم ودعكن و خبركن عني
أنا كل القصة لو منكن ما كنت بغني
أنا صار لازم ودعكن و خبركن عني
أنا كل القصة لو منكن ما كنت بغني
غنينا أغاني عوراق غنية لواحد مشتاق
و دايمن بالأخر في أخر في وقت فراق
في وقت فراق
أنا صار لازم ودعكن و خبركن عني
أنا كل القصة لو منكن ما كنت بغني
غنينا أغاني عوراق غنية لواحد مشتاق
و دايمن بالأخر في أخر في وقت فراق
يا جماعة لازم خبركن هالقصة عني
أنا كل شي بقولو عم حسو و عم يطلع مني
موسيقيي دقو و فلو و العالم صارو يقلو
و دايمن بالأخر في أخر في وقت فراق
بكرا برجع بوقف معكن اذا مش بكرا البعدو أكيد
أنتو أحكوني و أنا بسمعكن حتى لو للصوت بعيد
بكرا برجع بوقف معكن اذا مش بكرا البعدو أكيد
أنتو أحكوني و أنا بسمعكن حتى لو للصوت بعيد
بلا موسيقتنا الليلة حزينة بلا غنية اليلة بتطول
كل ليلة بغني بمدينة و بحمل صوتي و بمشي عطول
بكرا برجع بوقف معكن اذا مش بكرا البعدو أكيد
أنتو أحكوني و أنا بسمعكن حتى لو للصوت بعيد
و لا غنية نفعت معنا و لا كلمة الا شي حزين
اذا ما بكينا و لا دمعنا لا تفتكرو فرحانيين
بكرا برجع بوقف معكن اذا مش بكرا البعدو أكيد
أنتو أحكوني و أنا بسمعكن حتى لو للصوت بعيد
This is not a sonnet (note the structure). Shakespeare wrote this as an adieu to his audience and as a closure to the Tempest (When Prospero finally gave up his charming wits on the Island – a symbol of a colony at the age of discovery). Loreena McKennite performed the song in her album The Mask and Mirror. This is the link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sc5WPpqn13k
Prospero's Speech
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint. Now 'tis true
I must be here confined by you
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free (Epilogue 1-20).
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03-15-2010, 09:44 PM
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thanks alot Fact this the first time i hear it as a song.
and here is a new sonnet for today
SONNET 7
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
and i will only paraphrase the last tow line which sum up the whole idea:
So you, youself nearly past your prime,Will too go unregarded ,unless you have a son.
here he is refering to the sun by the word "too"
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03-20-2010, 12:37 AM
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Thanks talah and Fact for sharing. Checked out the song @ youtube, sounds really nice/interesting.
Quote: thanks for sharing them, there are surely some readers in this forum who
will benefit from it, but for me to read these sonnets in Arabic, I
might would need another 100 years here on this troubled earth ... unless
God would make a miracle and of course... you know I firmly believe in
miracles...
Well, I fear I would have to increase to 500 years, unless... you know... this miracle would take place and you know I firmly believe...
But to think about being 500 years on this troubled earth, I almost faint in front of my computer..., but then I think about this dawn of a new millenium, where Jesus and the people of God reign here on earth and I become really overwhelmed and excited. (see Revelation Chapter 19 and 20). We are getting closer and closer to this time.
God bless you all abundantly
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03-21-2010, 09:19 PM
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Re: shakespearian sonnet
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 Thanks for sharing the link, talah, but unfortunately I can't view it on this spot of the world I am living, quote: this video contains content from Sony Music Entertainment. It is no longer
available in your country. (this also happens to me with some songs I have shared here. When I want to view then again...same message...)
It's great that you like what you are doing, not just because you are studying it, this means you will excel. The increase of years is not so much because of Shakespeare literature, but emphasis is on the language Arabic
Quote : don't stop believing. By God's grace, my faith will grow even stronger. It's not just a theory, when Jesus promised in Matthew 28:20 and "lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." When we walk with God, He proves in every aspect of our lives that He is with us. He is what really matters in this life and the life to come. It's worth dying for it, if necessary, talah. Compared to eternity, we really do spend only a small time here on earth. God loves us, He wants us to spend eternity with Him. And talah, you too, hold on to your faith, may God give you increase and bless your life abundantly.
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