RICHARD III, I, i, 1-13
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Gloucester: Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag’d war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,—instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visag’d war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now,—instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,—
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
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| I read this book through in one sitting last night, delighting in the beauty of words and their power to transport and elicit long buried feelings and nostalgia, in the familiarity of some poems first encountered in school assignments of decades past, in the rich morsels of Caroline Kennedy’s introduction to each section giving us glimpses into a storied family that is personal and full of warmth. - Theary C. Seng |
Richard III by William Shakespeare
Commentary in the New York Times
Ahah, Ms. Theary Seng is into poem. Lemme write her one.
ReplyDeleteRoses are red.
Violets are blue.
CNRP is so broken.
What will you do?