So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustai...
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: "I'm with you kid. Let's go.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sonnets are guys writing in English, imitating an Italian song form. It was a form definitely sung as often as it was recited.
When sonneteering Wordsworth re-creates the landing of Mary Queen of Scots at the mouth of the Derwent - Dear to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore - he unveils nothing less than a canvas by Rubens, baroq...
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
After you kind of find your footing, sonnets are what comes easiest.
Muse’s creations are predominately lyrical often resulting in poetic sonnets and fairytale like art.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. (Sonnet XCVIII)
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment briefly.
To me there's no creativity without boundaries. If you're gonna write a sonnet, it's 14 lines, so it's solving the problem within the container.
The public is absolutely fascinated by aging. They don't want to get old. And you can see - read Shakespeare. Read the sonnets. They're all about aging.
I used to write sonnets and various things, and moved from there into writing prose, which, incidentally, is a lot more interesting than poetry, including the rhythms of prose.
Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes, The Parian Statue, bending o'er the Urn, The dark robe floating, the dejection worn On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes; Not all this pomp of sorrow, that presumes �...
Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse.
I write quite a lot of sonnets, and I think of them almost as prayers: short and memorable, something you can recite.
Profound subject matter can be encompassed in small space - for proof, look at any sonnet by Shakespeare!
I have always wanted what I have now come to call the voice of personal narrative. That has always been the appealing voice in poetry. It started for me lyrically in Shakespeare's sonnets.
