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William Shakespeare - Bosom - Hearts

June 15th 2008 07:40

Sonnets of William Shakespeare
Sonnet 31

XXXI.
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,

And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.

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Comment by tlcorbin

June 15th 2008 20:38

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Isn't that the truth Shakespear! Thanks katyzzz. Raven

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June 15th 2008 22:55

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Very moving, indeed, once you get your head around it.

Comment by Louie

June 16th 2008 02:43

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beautiful.. took me a few goes to get my head around it, if I really did, Shakespeare is like that.

Thanks. Inspiring for an uninspiring monday.

Comment by katyzzz

June 16th 2008 04:33

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Nice to see you in this little neck of the woods, Louie. Poetry does that and Shakespeare in particular, you have to stop and think it out.

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