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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 11:05 am
Shakespeare Sonnet #99
XCIX.
The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair:
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
Hmmm.
Flowers? I don't see the point the sonnet is making. Visually, I can only find colors and flowers. But what's the point of it? What is Shakespeare getting at?
Hm. I always did prefer his sonnet's to his plays. Easier to read, and clearly more enjoyable.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 2:49 pm
It's Greek to me.
But I do like this line:
"A vengeful canker eat him up to death. "
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Aspirins And Alcohol Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:02 am
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i tihk he is comparing some one to a flower
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