#sonnet 54

[salehbadrah]

That Sweet Odour

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

~ William Shakespeare

[salehbadrah]

That Sweet Odour

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

~ William Shakespeare

[poetictouch]

That Sweet Odour

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

~ William Shakespeare

[poetictouch]

That Sweet Odour

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

~ William Shakespeare

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 54 by William Shakespeare (read by Polly Frame)

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:

  And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,   When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

Source: thesonnets.tv

[noctis-ibis]

O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:   And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,   When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.

                                     - Sonnet 54, William Shakespeare

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 54 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:

But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade; Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:

  And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,   When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

[shakespeare-sonnettos]

Sonnet LIV

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,

By that sweet ornament which truth doth give !

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem

For that sweet odor which doth in it live.

The canker blooms have full as deep a dye,

As the perfumed tincture of the roses,

Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,

When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses ;

But, for their virtue only is their show,

They live unwooed and unrespected fade,

Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ;

Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made.

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,

When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.