Friday, January 13, 2006

My Mistress Eyes:: Sonnet 130


One of my favorite sonnets by William Shakespeare read by one of my favorite actors, Alan Rickman.


Sonnet 130:: Alan Rickman:: Shakespeare
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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.

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