Shakespeare Şiirleri İngilizce

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  1. SeçiL Well-Known Member

    By William Shakespeare

    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 possesion of that fair thou own'st;
    Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
    When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
    So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

    By William Shakespeare

    That time of year thou mayst in me behold
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
    Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
    Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
    In me thou seest the twilight of such day
    As after sunset fadeth in the west;
    Which by and by black night doth take away,
    Death's second self seals up all in rest.
    In me thou seest the glowing of such a fire,
    That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
    As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
    Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
    This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong
    To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

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