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1. Zoloran

   Oct 10, 2012 - 03:58

   Read texts from Reading Shakespeare: Sonnets and join the Genius community of scholars to learn the meaning behind the words.

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2. Kigahn

   Oct 10, 2012 - 21:08

   “A sad tale’s best for winter ”-Act II, Scene 1 “I am a feather for each wind that blows ”-Act II, Scene 3 “Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.”-Act IV, Scene 4 “If this be magic, let it be an art Lawful as eating.”-Act V, Scene 3. Jumping .

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3. Zulkijar

   Oct 10, 2012 - 20:33

   Oct 02,  · Every Thursday, Pop Sonnets does exactly that, most recently nipping ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” with a little Elizabethan flair. 16th Century disco? YUP. We’ve culled together the best of the Pop Sonnets archive in the gallery up top. If this teaches us anything, it’s that if something can exist anywhere, it’s Tumblr. [h/t Pleated Jeans].

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4. Mule

   Oct 10, 2012 - 21:25

   Mar 26,  · We’ve Been Big-Bangwashed (Storm Sonnet) When theories become so manifest To question is to don the dunces cap, the cliques and guilds are apt to take offense at any view, to them not making sense. Advanced math models beyond reason’s realm with black unknowns “prove” model is correct. The Big old Bang promoted as though law.

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5. Daisho

   Oct 10, 2012 - 23:19

   Sonnet 30 is a tribute to the poet's friend -- and likely his lover -- whom many believe to be the Earl of Southampton. Sonnet 29 proclaims that the young man is the poet's redeemer and this theme continues in the above sonnet. The poet's sorrowful recollections of dead friends are sparked by the lover's absence and can be quelled only by thoughts of his lover, illustrating the poet's.

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6. Kazishakar

   Oct 10, 2012 - 17:24

   Shakespeare continues the business imagery so prevalent in the previous sonnets. The concept of love is not entirely distinguished from commercial wealth, for Shakespeare relates those who traffic in love to the world at large. When an unthrifty person makes ill use of his inherited wealth, only those among whom he squanders it benefit.

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7. Duhn

   Oct 10, 2012 - 12:20

   The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear stubasbreathrefiverrizarafjobtsakoch.xyzinfo

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8. Gardagis

   Oct 10, 2012 - 05:44

   Album Sonnets. Sonnet 4 Lyrics. Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend And being frank she lends to those are free.

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