The document contains 5 poems or sonnets by famous English authors. The poems discuss themes of love, beauty, and nature. They use descriptive language and comparisons to express admiration for a mistress or beloved while also acknowledging flaws or shortcomings. The poems represent classic love poetry from the 16th-17th centuries.
The document contains 5 poems or sonnets by famous English authors. The poems discuss themes of love, beauty, and nature. They use descriptive language and comparisons to express admiration for a mistress or beloved while also acknowledging flaws or shortcomings. The poems represent classic love poetry from the 16th-17th centuries.
The document contains 5 poems or sonnets by famous English authors. The poems discuss themes of love, beauty, and nature. They use descriptive language and comparisons to express admiration for a mistress or beloved while also acknowledging flaws or shortcomings. The poems represent classic love poetry from the 16th-17th centuries.
Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
By William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
By William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair
By William Shakespeare
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride. And, whether that my angel be turn’d fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell, But being both from me both to each friend, I guess one angel in another’s hell. Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair
By Edmund Spenser
Men call you fair, and you do credit it,
For that your self ye daily such do see: But the true fair, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much more prais'd of me. For all the rest, how ever fair it be, Shall turn to naught and lose that glorious hue: But only that is permanent and free From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensue. That is true beauty: that doth argue you To be divine, and born of heavenly seed: Deriv'd from that fair Spirit, from whom all true And perfect beauty did at first proceed. He only fair, and what he fair hath made, All other fair, like flowers untimely fade. Astrophil and Stella 5: It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve
By Sir Philip Sidney
It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve
The inward light; and that the heavenly part Ought to be king, from whose rules who do swerve, Rebels to Nature, strive for their own smart. It is most true, what we call Cupid’s dart, An image is, which for ourselves we carve; And, fools, adore in temple of our heart, Till that good god make Church and churchman starve. True, that true beauty virtue is indeed, Whereof this beauty can be but a shade, Which elements with mortal mixture breed; True, that on earth we are but pilgrims made, And should in soul up to our country move; True; and yet true, that I must Stella love.
(Studies in Phenomenology and Existential Philosophy) Michel Henry, Kathleen McLaughlin - Marx - A Philosophy of Human Reality-Indiana University Press (1983)