Sonnet XXIX (by William Shakespeare)

XXIX.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deal 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 possess'd,
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 remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.





ah, i've been wondering about shakespeare's sonnets and when they might start appearing.
i'm commenting on this one because it reminds me of "identity crisis".
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i almost pulled out a volume of some of shakespeare's sonnets last night to read before sleeping, and instead started a biography on ted hughes.
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I'd love to include some Hughes poems, too (his Birthday Letters is one of my ten favorite poetry books), but I have to get permission first.
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i'll take the fall for posting "mermaids" the other day :)
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Naughty!
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Thought you might enjoy this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYd2KlRX4Vs
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