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Sonnet 64 by William Shakespeare

Posted on October 3, 2017 by Russell Boyle

When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-ras’d And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage … Continue reading →

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The Seven Ages of Man by William Shakespeare

Posted on October 26, 2014 by Russell Boyle

from “As You Like It” Act 2, Scene 7 All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 139 by William Shakespeare

Posted on July 10, 2014 by Russell Boyle

O, call not me to justify the wrong That thy unkindness lays upon my heart; Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue; Use power with power, and slay me not by art. Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; … Continue reading →

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The Phoenix and the Turtle by William Shakespeare

Posted on June 15, 2014 by Russell Boyle

Let the bird of loudest lay On the sole Arabian tree Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever’s end, To this troop come … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 42 by William Shakespeare

Posted on January 27, 2014 by Russell Boyle

That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, … Continue reading →

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The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare

Posted on January 3, 2014 by Russell Boyle

from The Merchant of Venice (Portia to Shylock) The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 41 by William Shakespeare

Posted on November 5, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits, For still temptation follows where thou art. Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won, Beauteous thou art, … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 40 by William Shakespeare

Posted on October 26, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call— All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if … Continue reading →

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Song of the Witches by William Shakespeare

Posted on September 3, 2013 by Russell Boyle

Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights hast thirty one Swelter’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot. Double, double toil … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 1 by William Shakespeare

Posted on April 6, 2013 by Russell Boyle

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’st flame … Continue reading →

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