Showing posts with label William Shakespeare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Shakespeare. Show all posts

Winter (William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616)


When icicles hang by the wall
---And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
---And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
---Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


Winter (A reading by SpokenVerse)


When all aloud the wind doth blow,
---And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
---And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
---Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
From Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Scene ii.

Classic Poetry: Orpheus With His Lute (William Shakespeare, 1564-1616)

Image adapted from a painting by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot (1796-1875)

Orpheus with his lute made trees

And the mountain tops that freeze

--Bow themselves when he did sing:

To his music plants and flowers

Ever sprung; as sun and showers

--There had made a lasting spring.


Orpheus With His Lute


von Ralph Vaughan Williams
1. Strophe W. Shakespeare
2. Strophe Th. Bremser
Arrangement für Laute und Altus von Thomas Bocklenberg
Thomas B Duo
Live am 30. November 2007 OaR4.6
Thomas Bremser, Altus
Thomas Bocklenberg, Laute


Every thing that heard him play,

Even the billows of the sea,

--Hung their heads and then lay by.

In sweet music is such art, 10

--Killing care and grief of heart

--Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

Public Domain Poem: Sonnet 18 (William Shakespeare)


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:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.


As a graduate student at the University of Florida (about a million years ago), I had to memorize this sonnet.

But I don't hold that against this cool poem--it's still a fave.

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