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hp-bardfest · 2 months
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📯 HP BardFest Fic 📯
📜 A New Form of Sight
✒️ Pairing: Gen ✒️ Characters: Sybill Trelawney, Minerva McGonagall, Firenze, 8th-year students ✒️ Rating & Length: Teen & Up, 8,089 ✒️ Shakespeare Work: Sonnets ⚡ Tags: Screenplay/Script Format, Iambic Pentameter, Sonnets, Sonnets That May Or May Not Be Prophecies, Minor Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Minor Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Reconciliation and Healing (Through Poetry), Hogwarts Eighth Year, Mentions of alcohol, Sherry-Induced Poetry and Hangovers
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Sybill had a little too much sherry last night and can't remember writing all these sonnets. Some predict love, some predict doom, but are any of them true prophecies? She decides to find out. A five-act play written in a Shakespearean style for the HP Bard Fest!
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cpt-in-el · 11 months
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"Whenever I say anything like 'this is boring', or 'this sucks the chrome off a trailer-hitch', please be assured that I'm always adding, under my breath, 'for Shakespeare'." -Don Paterson
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greencheekconure27 · 6 months
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not-so-rosyyy · 6 months
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no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.
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harrison-abbott · 1 year
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William Shakespeare’s sonnets are still the most biographical account that we have of the actual writer.
Very little is known about the actual person. We know where he lived and worked, and that’s about it; therefore the sonnets supply us with his ‘diary’, as it were.
Still, they remain mysterious at the same time. Because we also do not know who the characters he talks of, throughout the sonnets, were or are.
There is a suggestion that Shakespeare was in love with two people at the same time. A woman (most likely his wife), and another person, of the opposite sex – a man who has never been identified in history. Nobody knows who this man he writes about is.
Also – the sonnets were written in an accent which was totally different to modern English. Or, ‘Queen’s English’ – if you will – as it is often acted out in the modern sense. People often associate the vernacular with a ‘posh’ accent, if you like. It would not have sounded this way 400 years back. Old English language sounded like nothing we know of in modernity.
Regardless of these notions, 30% of the common cliché phrases that we all use in 21st century English can be traced back to William Shakespeare’s collected writings folio of 1623.
60% of the everyday phrases we use come from the King James Bible (the first English translation of the text) which was published in 1611.
In short: whoever this man really was, we’ll never really know – but he was a terrific writer.
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lemonatte · 2 years
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Doing your BA on Shakespeare is essentially a dangerous game of "will these 500 books help me write my theoretical chapter or are they just repetitive and useless?"
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hilskygify · 25 days
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M.H. o Shakespearově 20. sonetu: „Je to takový... dneska bych řekl až ‚transgenderový‘ sonet, ten dvacátý.“ zdroj: https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=2875&v=7jTwkAK-6-c&feature=youtu.be
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p-isforpoetry · 1 year
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Clock (Words by William Shakespeare, Read by Neil Gaiman, Music by FourPlay StringQuartet)
Released on World Shakespeare Day 2023, this is Clock, Shakespeare’s Sonnet 12, read by Neil Gaiman and set to a haunting musical backdrop by Australia's FourPlay String Quartet. Taken from their debut album Signs of Life.
Read by Neil Gaiman Violin & vocals – Lara Goodridge Viola – Shenzo Gregorio Viola & vocals– Tim Hollo Cello & vocals – Peter Hollo
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heartofaspen · 1 year
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cranboo’s the kind of guy to get really stressed out about whether or not he’s suave and romantic enough with ctubbo so they try to memorize the entirety of shakespeare’s 18th sonnet (keyword: try) and dress up in ridiculous fancy clothes and then go anxiously hover underneath ctubbo’s window that night and message him like “hey um open the window please” and then when he does they stammer through the poem and like royally screw it up and maybe start crying a little and then ctubbo laughs and comes outside and tells them that he doesn’t need any fancy stuff like that and he loves them anyway so they go inside and have tea instead . ctubbo’s the kind of guy to get stressed out about whether or not he’s sweet enough to ranboo so he wakes them up in the middle of the night says “i like your face” and then goes back to sleep
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hp-bardfest · 2 months
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📯 HP BardFest Fic 📯
📜 Lock My Heart
✒️ Pairing: Gilderoy Lockhart/Gilderoy Lockhart ✒️ Rating & Length: Mature, 243 ✒️ Shakespeare Work: Sonnets ⚡ Tags & Warnings: Shakespearean Sonnets, Sonnets, Euphemisms, so many of them, POV Gilderoy Lockhart, Gilderoy Lockhart loves himself, Gilderoy Lockhart had nothing on Narcissus
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Gilderoy Lockhart writes a sonnet to himself.
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rosepompadour · 3 months
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La coquette vengée.
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flowersandfashion · 3 months
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Sun & Moon
requested by @oops-it-is-i
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ex-textura · 5 months
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My partner got Tim Downie to read this for me for Christmas and I wanted to share it with you all.
I'm speechless, still processing, so no commentary but I'll add the sonnet under the cut.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf 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 possessed,
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 remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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mlobsters · 4 months
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You are so strongly in my purpose bred
That all the world besides methinks they're dead.
-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 112
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