The Religion of Shakespeare
Of both Milton and Shakespeare it was stated after their deaths, upon Protestant authority, that they had professed Catholicism
Of both Milton and Shakespeare it was stated after their deaths, upon Protestant authority, that they had professed Catholicism
Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound's intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.
by Robert Francis
Let me tell you about my English works;
I have made ready these collections for printing of course you know why I couldnt print them yet!
1-A collection of all Shakespeare,s sonnets with complete comments for each sonnet.
2-A collection of all Sir Philip sidney,s works including his sonnets and psalms and...
3-General grammer for pre-university students.
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Today I saw some young men in the street who were wasting their time by them selves .I surprised a lot because I havenot enough time to sleep or enjoy my life. In our universe there are alot of things to pay your time to learn them how some ones waste their time by absurd things ! I remembered a poem from Robert Herrick who says:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a -flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
غنچه ها را زمانی که می شود جمع کن
زمان همچون پرنده ای پرواز می کند و می رود
چرا که این گلی که امروز لبخند می زند
فردا دیگر می میرد.
1. O! that you were your self; but, love, you are
2. No longer yours, than you your self here live:
3. Against this coming end you should prepare,
4. And your sweet semblance to some other give:
5. So should that beauty which you hold in lease
6. Find no determination; then you were
7. Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
8. When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
9. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
10. Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
11. Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
12. And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
13. O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
14. You had a father: let your son say so.