#sonnet 24

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Sonnet 24 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir John Gielgud)

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective that is best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

Source: William Shakespeare - Sonnets, 1996

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william shakespeare | sonnet XXIV

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Jongdae - Sonnet 24 drawing

happy (early) valentines day... ft. shakespeare’s sonnet 24

who needs a bf/gf when u can sit at home drawing kim jongdae whilst eating a large bar of chocolate am i right lol

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Sonnet 24 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective that is best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

  Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,   They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

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Sonnet 24 by William Shakespeare (read by Prasanna Puwanarajah)

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective that is best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

  Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,   They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

Source:  thesonnets.tv

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#TheYearOfShakespeare: Sonnet XXIV

Sonnet XXIV

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled, Thy beauty's form in table of my heart; My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And perspective that is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes. Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;   Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,   They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

This is regarded as one of the more tortuously worded of the sonnets, in which mental dexterity is matched by opacity of language. 'Pure Bosch', 'pure bosh', and 'high flown nonsense' are regarded as descriptive of it by GBE (Sonn. p.137, head note, and p.138 n.13-14). JK gives numerous interpretations of 4-6, which leave one's head reeling. KDJ does not seem to worry over it too much. Perhaps it is indeed more clear to some than to others. One should however not discount the possibility of misprints, and I suggest below one minor emendation for line 4. If we accept the notion that this is an example of 'looking babies' in each other's eyes, (KDJ p.158, head note) whereby each lover sees his/her own reflection when gazing soulfully into the lover's eye, then Thy beauty's form is the reflection that the youth sees in Shakespeare's eyes of himself in miniature, which Sh. imagines as transferred to his (Sh's) heart. Since the youth is looking into Sh's breast through his own eyes at his own image, it is as if he is peeping in through windows, the windows being his own eyes. The same process could be repeated for Shakespeare's image in the lover's eyes.

However, bearing in mind the miscibility of hearts that has been depicted in the previous sonnet, it is not absolutely necessary to accept the above explanation. It may be simpler to adopt the view that the lover's eye transfers the image of the beloved that he sees directly into his own heart. This is evidently what happens in 46 & 47.

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Sunday Sonnet - 23 October 2016

Sunday Sonnet – 23 October 2016

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In our modern era we love movies, books and sports games that deliver us stunning reversals at the very end. Well, Shakespeare was practicing this over 400 years ago, and his Sonnet 24 is a superb example of that.

Number 24 contains one of the most fully complete metaphors of all of the sonnets: the Poet’s love for the…

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Sonnet XXIV

Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled

Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart ;

My body is the frame wherein ‘tis held,

And perspective it is best painter’s art,

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image pictured lies,

Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,

That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done :

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast, wherethrough the sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

They draw but what they see, know not the heart.