مختارات من الكاتب العالمي william shakespeare

in this article, I'll try to type some poems I read from the famous writer

william shakespear

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Rose

Music to hear, why heart'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:

Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,

By unions married, do offend thine ear,

They do but sweetly childe thee, who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire and child and happy mother,

Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:

Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,

Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none'.

Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:

Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,

Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none

thanx Rose for this wonderful words
you are a words taster

يعطيك الف عافية روز

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

مختارات من الكاتب العالمي william shakespeare Th02010

مختارات من الكاتب العالمي william shakespeare Th02010

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"So many have, that never touched his hand,

Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.

My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,

And was my own fee-simple, not in part,

What with his art in youth, and youth in art,

Threw my affections in his charmed power,

Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.

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