![]() ![]() Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,Īnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Who said-“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone If even the mighty “King of Kings” is now fallen, buried in the sand and forgotten, how can ordinary people hope to escape the same fate, without even a statue to remind subsequent generations of their names? Percy Shelley’s most acclaimed and famous poem addresses, in all of fourteen lines, the enormity of time, the inevitability of death, and the necessity of all people being condemned to obscurity. My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.Īnd yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare That music hath a far more pleasing sound I love to hear her speak, yet well I know Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. ![]() I have seen roses damasked, red and white,Īnd in some perfumes is there more delight If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun ![]() My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun Ĭoral is far more red than her lips’ red Sonnet 130 parodies the over-the-top metaphors and comparisons often used by writers of romantic poetry while still expressing a love as deep, if not deeper, for the poet’s muse. While William Shakespeare is best known among the general public for his many brilliant plays, scholars have also been endlessly fascinated by his poetry, particularly his extensive collection of love sonnets. Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun ![]()
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