from Don Juan - by
It may seem a schoolboy’s whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head.
Shakespeare
Birnam Wood - by
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
To My Love - by
Shall I compare you to an Autumn day?
The seasons, love, have grown more temperate.
Rough winds have shaken us along the way,
The summers gone too far to contemplate.
Anne Hathaway - by
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Shakespeare: a Reconstruction - by
from Matthew Arnold, ‘Shakespeare’
/
/ Others are open. You give a high smile
/ as you win the Prospero stakes, and silently
/ bury your books…
Shakespeare - by
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
/ We ask and ask —Thou smilest and art still,
/ Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
/ Who…