Friday, May 18, 2001

Sonnet Ciii Comments

Rating: 3.4

Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
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William Shakespeare
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Fabrizio Frosini 07 November 2015

In the previous Sonnet had been set forth the thought that poetical eulogy and embellishment can add nothing to perfect truth and beauty. They are to be regarded rather as injurious. The thought here presented is essentially the same. And the concluding lines furnish an excuse for the poet's previous silence.

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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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* Sunprincess * 26 December 2013

.............love the theme and the rhyme...so beautifully written..

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Egal Bohen 13 February 2008

For limited by words are we To draw in verse such symetry And words imperfect, soiled by man Cannot true beauty understand

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