William Shakespeare'i sonetid
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know To mourn for me since mourning doth thee
That music hath a far more pleasing sound: grace,
I grant I never saw a goddess go, And suit thy pity like in every part.
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
ground: And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
Sonnet number 130
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cw6Swr-ME40&N
By Alan Rickman ( known as Severus Snape in
the HP movies)
Thank you for watching!
Sources
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare's_sonnet
www.youtube.com
http://shakespeare.about.com/od/thesonnets/a/son
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