Shakespeare’s sonnets

1. Shakespeare’s sonnets By Polina Dmitrichenko

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“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.”
― William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis
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3. The national poet of England and the greatest playwright William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare is rightfully considered one of the
prominent Renaissance poets. He wrote more than 150
sonnets, which simultaneously revealed the beauty, soul and
human existence in such a tragic world. The main idea
of sonnets is expressed in the manifestation of the feelings of
the lyrical hero, his love, the problems of being and interest in
his own personality. The image of the whole world is being
recreated, where trust and cruelty are simultaneously fighting.
Shakespeare's sonnets reveal such human values as
friendship, love, which are opposed to the injustice of the
world, hypocrisy and problems prevailing in society.
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4. Friendship & Love

Friendship & Love
Shakespeare’s sonnets can be attributed to two large groups - sonnets,
dedicated to a friend and sonnets, dedicated to a swarthy lover, who, one
way or another, are imbued with a feeling like love.
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5. FRIENDSHIP True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.

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Sonnet XVIII
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 wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
can see,
thee.
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So long as men can breathe, or eyes
So long lives this, and this gives life to

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Sonnet XXVII
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
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Sonnet CXV
Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents
Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas! why, fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe, then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?
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9. LOVE The heart wants what it wants. There’s no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that’s that.

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Sonnet CXXX
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:
rare,
And yet by heaven, I think my love as
As any she belied with false compare.
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Sonnet CLIV
The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
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12. CONCLUSION

The presented sonnets are different in their
orientation, in their content, but are united by one
circumstance - a feeling of love. They are especially
pronounced in the perception of life by the lyrical hero
and the feelings he experiences. It is love, praised as a
gift, that drives the hero and presents not only positive
and happy moments. In sonnets, overflowing with the
feelings and feelings of lovers, pain, longing and
sadness found their place. All this suggests the
confession of the lyrical hero of Shakespeare’s sonnets.
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Thus, it can be concluded that
Shakespeare, through the lyrical
hero, gave his own interpretation
and delineated the criteria of
feeling called “love”, which
should be eternal, immeasurable,
quiet and all-forgiving.
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