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Poetry, Sonnet 130 - Shakespeare, Read by Alan Rickman

Sonnet 130 - Shakespeare, Read by Alan Rickman

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

--

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

--

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

--

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

Sonnet 130 - Shakespeare, Read by Alan Rickman Sonett 130 - Shakespeare, gelesen von Alan Rickman Soneto 130 - Shakespeare, leído por Alan Rickman Sonetto 130 - Shakespeare, letto da Alan Rickman Sonet 130 - Szekspir, czytany przez Alana Rickmana Soneto 130 - Shakespeare, lido por Alan Rickman Сонет 130 - Шекспир, читает Алан Рикман 十四行诗 130 - 莎士比亚,艾伦·里克曼朗读

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

--

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

--

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

--

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.