Shakespeare

January 02, 2009

Fear no more the heat o' the sun

By William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o' the great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownéd be thy grave!

 

Link: [minstrels] Fear no more the heat o' the sun -- William Shakespeare.

January 2, 2009 in Dead Poets, Going into the Woods, Shakespeare, Wade Whole Pools of It | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

September 06, 2008

Mrs Schofield's GCSE

By Carol Ann Duffy

The poem Carol Ann Duffy penned in response to her work being removed from a GCSE curriculum

 

You must prepare your bosom for his knife,

said Portia to Antonio in which

of Shakespeare's Comedies? Who killed his wife,

insane with jealousy? And which Scots witch

knew Something wicked this way comes? Who said

Is this a dagger which I see? Which Tragedy?

Whose blade was drawn which led to Tybalt's death?

To whom did dying Caesar say Et tu? And why?

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark - do you

know what this means? Explain how poetry

pursues the human like the smitten moon

above the weeping, laughing earth; how we

make prayers of it. Nothing will come of nothing:

speak again. Said by which King? You may begin.

 

Link: Poem: Mrs Schofield's GCSE, by Carol Ann Duffy | Books | The Guardian.

September 6, 2008 in Books, Lit Crit, Live Poets, My Old School, Politics, Protest, Religion, Satire, Shakespeare, Values | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

March 01, 2008

Sonnet #29 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes

By William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Link: Shakespeare - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes.

March 1, 2008 in Dead Poets, Going into the Woods, Shakespeare, Sonnets, Turn, Counter-turn, and Stand, Wade Whole Pools of It | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

April 27, 2005

How to do the Hokey Pokey

By Jeff Brechlin, written in the style of William Shakespeare


O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

This is a weekly winner in the wonderful Washington Post Style Invitational, where the contest was to rewrite some banal instructions in the style of a famous writer.

Link: The Style Invitational Week 498: Unamazing But True! (washingtonpost.com).

My only editorial note on the above set of instructions: it would have been much more perfect composed in 14 lines, abab, cdcd, efef, gg. Shame about that missing quatrain, dude. Maybe the Hokey Pokey muse got just a bit too shaken all about.

April 27, 2005 in Begin at the beginning, Carpe Diem, Games, Kiddie Lit, Live Poets, Lyrics, Shakespeare, Turn, Counter-turn, and Stand | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

May 01, 2004

"The Quality of Mercy is not Strain'd"

The Merchant of Venice, Act IV Scene 1
byWilliam Shakespeare

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.

May 1, 2004 in Dead Poets, Religion, Shakespeare, Values | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack