#sonnet 95

[noiredeoro]

“𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥-𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞.” —𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝟗𝟓

[dullingthehorns]

sonnet 95/ william shakespeare/ The owl and the tanager / sufjan stevens / cherry wine / hozier / good scare / torres/ take me to church / hozier / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us/ sufjan stevens

[idlelavender]

The fact that the most well known line from Shakespeare's sonnets is "shall I compare thee to a summer's day" is a travesty. I'll admit it's beautiful but what about "Let me not to the marriage of true minds" or "How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame"? The yearning! The poetry! The deep understanding of relationships and love! This is an act of cruelty against me.

[why-is-it-always-raining]

most people imagine being too mentally old for your age to be a completely different thing than it actually is, and also for it to be the same for everyone. 

for me, it means reading gay Shakespeare fanfiction on AO3 on a school night, occasionally taking a break to read the next chapter of Jekyll and Hyde beside me or make annotations in my journals and write little haikus in my notebooks. 

everyone’s different. 

[p-isforpoetry]

Sonnet 95 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O! in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.

That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report.

O! what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!

  Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;   The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

[shakespeare-sonnettos]

Sonnet XVC

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,

Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name !

O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose !

That tongue that tells the story of thy days,

Making lascivious comments on thy sport,

Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise ;

Naming thy name blesses an ill report.

O, what a mansion have those vices got

Which for their habitation chose out thee,

Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot,

And all things turns to fair that eyes can see !

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege ;

The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

[shakespeareandtheatre]

Sonnet 95

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report. O, what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot, And all things turn to fair that eyes can see!    Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;    The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.

[lilithmercury]

William Shakespeare Sonnet 95

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame

Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose,

Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!

O in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose!

That tongue that tells the story of thy days,

Making lascivious comments on thy sport,

Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise;

Naming thy name blesses an ill report.

O what a mansion have those vices got

Which for their habitation chose out thee,

Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot,

And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!

Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege;

The hardest knife ill used doth lose his edge