#sonnet 28

Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare (read by Simon Callow)

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed,

And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee.

I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

Sonnet 28 by William Shakespeare (read by Brian Stokes Mitchell)

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed,

And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee.

I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.

  But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,   And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

Sonnet 27 and 28 by William Shakespeare (read by Sir Patrick Stewart)

"Double feature. Sonnets 27 and 28" (@SirPatStew)

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired:

For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see:

Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.

  Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,   For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

Sonnet 28

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed,

And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee.

I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.

Sonnet XXVIII

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eas'd by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed, And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.   But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,   And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

సానెట్ 28… షేక్స్పియర్

విశ్రాంతి నుండి లభించే సుఖానికి దూరమైన నేను అలాంటపుడు, సుఖావస్థకి ఎలా చేరుకోగలను చెప్పు ? పగలుపడ్డ శ్రమ రాత్రికి తీరడం పోయి, రాత్రీ పగలూ, పగలూ రాత్రీ వేధిస్తుంటే ఎలా? ఆ రెండూ ఒక దానికొకటి శత్రువులైనా, స్నేహితుల్లా నను వేధించడానికి మాత్రం చేతులు కలుపుతున్నాయి. ఒకటి శ్రమకి గురి చేసీ, రెండవది నేను ఎంత కష్టపడినా, నీనుండి ఇంకా దూరమేనని గుర్తుచేస్తూను. నేను పగటితో అంటాను సంతోషపరచడానికి:నువు…

How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day’s oppression is not eas’d by night, But day by night and night by day oppress’d, And each, though enemies to either’s reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexion’d night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild’st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief’s length seem stronger.

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