#sonnet 130

[phillycheesesteakcore]

SONNET 130'S YOUR FAVORITE?!!! SONNET 130'S MY FAVORITE!!!!!

shout out to the best read of it from Catherine Tate

#asks #answer #beloved mutual #shakespeare #sonnet 130 #catherine tate #david tennant #greiilis #phillycheesesteakcore

[quotergirl19]

“By heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.”

-Colin about Penelope

#Penelope deserves poetry and romance #bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #penelope x colin #william shakespeare #the bard #sonnet 130 #polin #friends to lovers #bridgerton season 3 expectations #netflix bridgerton #quotergirl random thoughts

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare (read by Alfred Molina)

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare   As any she belied with false compare.

Source: The Complete Shakespeare Sonnets

#sonnet 130 #William Shakespeare #Shakespeare #Alfred Molina #poem #poetry #audio #p-isforpoetry

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Sonnet 130 - William Shakespeare - UK

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare.

#sonnet 130 #william shakespeare #uk #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

[blueskyscribe]

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.      And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare      As any she belied with false compare.

This is my favorite Shakespeare sonnet (#130).

In Shakespeare's day "reek" had a more neutral meaning, it meant "a smell that emits", not necessarily "ew stanky."

"If hairs be wires--" - A lot of poets would compare hair to gold filaments (thin wires). But here the lady does not have the blonde hair that society coveted, but black hair.

#Shakespeare #sonnets #My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun #Sonnet 130

[minminyoonjii]

My Love [Minsung]

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🕯Summary:

A cold breeze blew, and Minho shivered. A goddess passed by and in a blink, they disappear. Love shows no bounds between these soulmates. A lovely daisy within the billions of roses.

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/40601727

🌹CW:

Shakespeare Inspired|Sonnet 130|Poetry Based Fic|Hurt Comfort

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 805

"I grant I never saw a goddess go" Minho whispered, cheeks tainting red watching a bronze-haired boy run past him. The older chuckled and stuffed his hands into his coat, a lovesick smile playing on his lips "If love was destined, my love we'll meet again," he said, taking the seat on the barren swings by the playground. Soft swings as the first snowfall of the year started, dusting the older in its white fur. Minho checked his watch "Few more minutes," he mumbled, inhaling deeply. Warm puffs of air escaped his parted lips, the epitome of beauty, The swing jostled, signifying another player in his socialising game.

Minho turned his head, gasping softly "It's you," he whispered, tilting his head gently. Jisung chuckled softly "It is I," he said, kicking the layer of snow that started to build. Minho hummed "Weren't you in a rush earlier?" he asked, studying the younger's outfit. Jisung nodded with a sigh "I was but luck stayed as I made it in time," he said, smiling brightly. Minho felt his heart warm from within, burning through his coat "Luck should always stay for a goddess," he said, smiling genuinely. Light blush dusted over Jisung's plump rosy cheeks, "I am no goddess," he retorted.

The older shook his head, "Just by hearing your voice, warmth beams through this chilling noon," he said, looking at the younger. Jisung gulped and cleared his throat "May I know the name of the man sending me all this praise?" he asked, huffing out a warm breath. Minho gasped softly "I didn't realise, I'm known as Minho to most people," he said, smiling warmly. Jisung chuckled softly "I didn't realise as well, this warmth seems too familiar," he said, smiling fondly. "Jisung is what you can call me," he added, showing his slight gums through his smile.

Minho nodded "A beautiful name," he said, rubbing his hands. Jisung scoffed softly "I am not the prettiest rose in the bush, Minho," he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. Minho frowned slightly "That doesn't mean you're not a rose nonetheless," he said, taking the younger's hand. Jisung sighed softly "I'm more of a daisy in between of a bush of roses, there's no space for delicacy in this world," he said, biting his bottom lip. Minho rubbed his thumb over the younger's palm "If you are the daisy within the roses, I'll admire you the longest," he said, nodding sternly.

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows "Why would you do that for someone like me?" he asked, genuinely surprised by the older's words. "If you were the daisy, the number of thorns that blocked your way to the sun, to fight your way through the roses that people compare, how could I dare but not respect and admire that strength," he spilt, looking into the younger's eyes. Jisung felt a tear drip down his rosy cheeks "I am nothing more than a pitiful daisy, always living on the edge just to survive," he confessed. Minho frowned and gently brushed the younger's tears away "Then allow me to show you, goddess," he said, looking at the younger.

The younger frowned "I'm not letting you waste your time nurturing a daisy, Minho," he said, sniffling softly. Minho smiled fondly "I am nurturing none, for I just want to help you see yourself through my eyes," he confessed, rubbing the younger's hands together. Jisung bit his tongue. Minho noticed and stroked his cheek gently "My dear goddess, we don't have to rush, through the heavens such love is rare, I myself have already known this fact, we may slowly get to know each other instead of laying your life to me, how could I dare to behold such pureness," he said, stroking the younger's hair.

Jisung took in a shuddering breath "I am willing to see what you see of me, I hand you my trust to protect the daisy," he said, smiling softly. Minho smiled gently "Thank you for such a chance, shall we go warm ourselves up with the ambience of a cafe?" he asked, dusting the snow off the younger. Jisung giggled softly, linking his hand with Minho's "For it to be you who guides me, a cafe would be great," he said, dusting the snow off the older's coat.

Minho smiled warmly "Let's go to a cafe, warmth would be the best for the both of us, though each time you smile, the light from your radiance is still able to warm my heart," he said, smiling brightly. Jisung giggled and pushed the older softly "Stop with your honey-laced words," he said, bright blush coating his rosy cheeks. Minho smiled watching the younger get flustered. 'That music hath a far more pleasing sound' he thought, humming softly, embracing the gentle voice of the goddess who is belied with false compare.

William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

#✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘪 𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆ #shakespeare #sonnet 130 #straykids moodboard #minsung #lee know imagines #lee minho #straykids imagines #skz fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee minho #stray kids han #han jisung imagines #han jisung #han imagines #minsung fanfic #minsung moodboard #kpop moodboard #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #fluff #moodboard

[just-some-random-blogger]

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 dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

i remember reading this for the first time and how lovely and warm it felt. i really like sonnet 18. here's another one i really liked learning about too sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare.

#ask #anon ask #shakespeare #sonnet 18 #sonnet 130

[justanamesstuff]

when I think of matty as a parter I think of one sonnet by William Shakespeare called My Misstress there is something so matty about I can't put my finger on it

-back muscles anon

Hii, i wasn’t aware Shakespeare wrote sonnets! Blaming all my literature teachers right now…

Well, had to do my little research for this but I agree with you. From what I understand there are 2 ways I see this related to Matty:

1. idealizing a partner is something we all do…it’s a big part of falling in love with another human and it’s not right or wrong. I believe we probably idealize Matty (this I think about quite a lot haha). Although, I also think after that instance, we see a true part of him…even when we don’t really know him fully as a partner would do, or how his family and friends know him. And we adore him with his good and bad parts.

If you think the hypothetical instance of him as a partner or having any one as your partner, and continuing with the process of falling in love…not something I experienced myself but, that first phase is beautiful although you fell and you’re committed to the other person when you truly see them with all the nice attributes and failures.

2. I think he’s handsome af (not an expression Shakespeare would use haha), even though sometimes I’m like ‘Why I find him attractive?’ (Lol). Answer is, at least what I think, he’s not conventionally attractive and I’m more than fine with that. He’s so fucking beautiful. Of course in a very superficial way, but also in a deeper meaning. I’m so in love with his brain, it’s something I can’t entirely understand or can explain.

This is my interpretation, please let me know yours!!! I love to talk about this stuff :))) sorry if you didn’t ask for this…you can ignore me!!

Ps: its 7 am here, I slept less than 6 hours keep that in mind if there’re typos or anything 😅

#back muscles anon #matty healy #sonnet 130

[anxiously-avoiding]

At some point, I'm going to really impress someone by reciting a sonnet with no preparation, but we all know I'll ruin it by yelling BITE ME ALIEN BOY at the end

#catherine tate #sonnet 130 #lauren cooper #david tennant

[cto10121]

Sonnet: *mildly explains that while his sonnet girlfriend doesn’t fit his society’s beauty standards, he still loves her just the way she is and thinks she is just as good than the other totally fake blonde-blue-eyed sonnet girlfriends*

These clowns: what a ROAST, lmao, is this supposed to be romantic???? typical dead white male. AITA-time whoop

#stop #william shakespeare #i don’t even know why i still read electric literature #also not at all accurate #OP has never heard of ‘i love to hear her speak’ or ‘reeks did not have a negative connotation in this period of time’ #and it shows #shakespeare clown takes #and bad comedy in general #let these clowns never discover rodgers & hart’s the lady is a tramp #sonnet 130 #shakespeare’s sonnets

[ao3feeddestiel]

Sonnet 130

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bOpoPkT by cosmictardigrade “And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any he belied with false compare.” [Destiel] [Just a quiet, intimate moment between Dean and our favorite angel.] Words: 996, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Cosmictardigrade's Supernatural Fics Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond, Mentioned Sam Winchester, Love Poems, References to Shakespeare, Shakespeare Quotations, Shakespearean Sonnets, Inspired by Shakespeare, POV Castiel (Supernatural), Sunsets, Romanticism, Unresolved Romantic Tension, The Impala (Supernatural), castiel is billions of years old, Castiel tries to understand human sexuality, slightly fluffy, Genderfluid Character, Castiel is Bad at Feelings (Supernatural), more or less a confession, Destiel - Freeform, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bOpoPkT

#IFTTT #Sonnet 130 #cosmictardigrade

[rei-the-head-shaker]

[12.01.2017]

Waiting for my theatre lesson to start! ❤

#my pics #italy #palestrina #studyblr #high school #theatre #english literature #william shakespeare #sonnet 130 #coffee #coffee time #backup ig 1

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare (read by Alan Rickman)

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

  And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare   As any she belied with false compare.

Source: When Love Speaks - The Sonnets

#Sonnet 130 #William Shakespeare #Shakespeare #Alan Rickman #poem #poetry #audio #p-isforpoetry

[squorttle-pox]

i'm yours (the script) is sonnet 130 from the mistress' perspective

#shakespeare #sonnet 130 #the script (band)

[honeylight-abroad]

“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.”

~William Shakespeare

#honeylight phoenix #sonnet 130 #love

[dangerousstarlightcreator]

I love you almost as much as pizza.

my friend, when talking about poetry and Shakespeare’s sonnet 130

2019/01/26

#shakespeare #sonnet 130 #pizza #piazza love #last year of school