#sonnet 55

[virtuouslibertines69]

"Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgment that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes." - Shakespeare, Sonnet 55

Art by Céline Bernard

[wellconstructedsentences]

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rime; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept, stone besemear'd with sluttish time When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fires shall burn The living record of your memory.

Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare (read by Deborah Findlay)

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom.

  So, till the judgment that yourself arise,   You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

Source: Festival of Love, 2014

[thisblogislit-erature]

fave sonnet from Shakespeare?

I haven’t read all of them, but of the ones I have read, numbers 20 and 55!

Sonnet 20:

A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted

Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;

A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted

With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;

An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;

A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,

Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created;

Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,

And by addition me of thee defeated,

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

Sonnet 55:

Not marble nor the gilded monuments

Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

’Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the Judgement that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.

[disregardcanon]

i love sonnet 55 because “dwell in lovers’ eyes” is possibly the prettiest line that i have ever read. ever. anywhere. but it’s such a god damn arrogant self-centered poem. 

babe. babe don’t worry. people won’t ever forget you! because this poem that isn’t in anyway about you but IS about how great my writing is and kinda sorta about how i love you will live forever! 

it’s the same attitude as hey there delilah. “but just believe me, girl someday i'll pay the bills with this guitar” 

“even more in love with ME you’d fall” 

“and I’LL be making history” 

we don’t know anything about delilah other than her name and that she’s in school and we don’t know anything about the subject of sonnet 55 other than they? shine? i guess. 

this poem’s gonna outlive JUDGEMENT DAY HELL FUCKING YEAH 

[what-even-is-thiss]

I can’t beleive Shakespeare called time a slut.

[sleepingexplorer]

William Shakespeare 

April 23 1564 - April 23 1616

Happy birthday, glorious Bard.

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare (read by James Earl Jones)

Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.

’Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom.

   So, till the Judgement that yourself arise,    You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.