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Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines. And often is his gold complexion dimmed. And every fair from fair sometimes declines. By chance or natures exchanging course untrimmed

Amazing Voice! I really love it!

My favorite poet William sheakpare I love poetry.

Not my "dad"..

I like sonnet 116 a lot, it’s like he’s lost or wanting to be like other people but at the same time more or less observing others and wishing he had their cooler traits.

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

For those who do not know, this is actually a line Hamlet says in "Hamlet" the play by Shakespear. Hamlet is wondering whether one should commit suicide or put up with the pains and shocks of this world. He then concludes that the only reason people bear this never-ending pain called life rather than suicide is because they are not certain about the afterlife. We don't know what's after death, hence we would rather bear this nasty world than walk ourselves to the Unknown.

Only a dad face whatever comes his way 🖤 The best of men

Profound. Thanks for posting. Grateful Aussie.

This sounds like Master Chief, delightful.

What she actually believed in, was making others suffer, by withholding donated pain meds ( “it will bring them closer to god,”), while giving herself, the best treatment that money could buy, via European doctors, flown to via private jets. My aunt and grandmother volunteered in Calcutta, and what she did to impoverished, dying people was cruel beyond measure.

This is by far my favourite poem in the beginning makes me cry 😢 I’m a father of 4 two girls and two baby boys ❤❤

Who missed ur school life when u see the first poem😢😚

Dad sacrifices a lot silently...

La communication par esprit qui est une force absolue développe un savoir ou un recueil de proverbes.

The title of the video is misleading. "Dreams" is by Langston Hughes, the Blake poem read is "A Poison Tree". I like the pace and tone of the reader, very embracing.

this poem makes my heart ache so much because idk if i can even answer “Yes” to any of those questions

William one day I will be like you not only that but greater a 13 yr old Swazi African child❤❤❤❤❤❤

After a long death, the darling bought me back to this man

If anyone is trying to find the author for the first poem, don't, it from paper written in 1903 called The Lutheran Observer, you can do a Google book search with the poem text to see it. Wish there was a single video of the poem.

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You see it's a very special bra I have to have! All the ones in the market, even though , that's been over a space of a lifetime, are a torture to me. I try to redo them to fit these jugs , only to be disappointed, and my new bra, that's taken me years to buy, is destroyed! So, I always end up with only one bra; and carrying around these heavy, feel like jars! The bras, either make my breast swing down and dangle like a balloon, build a hill of tension in my shoulders and neck, that send me into a world of pain, and stress! So much these different types of bras do, to torture me! Most of all, they unlock my sciatic nerve, bang on my hamstrings all day! Then my buttocks and knees seem to go to the mountains and play, causing all kinds of inflammation, making me bend over with scrutiny pain!!!! I still have to give my daily offering and sacrifice to Jehovah God, my High Priest Jesus Christ ,perform all of my duties, care for my Sister, Seek the kingdom, seek relief; and at the end of each day, touching base with my closest contacts, even though only two, answer back! They are my encouragement and joy, along with our God given Bible study I share! Scrolling down CZcams lane, stopping occasionally at LMN Christian Movie - Fame, hoping to hear someone who can relate, to what I am facing, and can help me run this race! A glass of grape or white grape 100% juice will do, hot coco, or black coffee, wait a minute, I still have clothes soaking in the sink, to ring out too! This is an every day life of hell, including the dangerous fireworks outside, I've cut my own grass and the hedge bushes and limbs too; for twenty years, up until last year! That's when they started sending a dog to stop my joy, and since the Holy Scriptures say: beware of and evil workers, and dogs! I have to pay someone else to do it, and still can't find anyone to trim my hedges and cut the tree limbs. So, every day , it's meditating on Jesus' words, that feeds my soul, telling him my problems, and hoping once again, he heals me, have mercy, and make me whole! Still Waiting for him and his presence, to show up as I praise him! So he can still the enemy of my soul; and cause him to fall down and go back! Even though tomorrow is a new day, They will be back again; but I will still cry Holy and thank you Lord Jesus! Even through all the pains and trials, Lord God Jehovah, I give you the Glory; and thanks to Lord Jesus and his followers! He has still, been so good to me! Even while I sleep, he makes it a gift to me, with sweet, peaceful, sleep! Adventurous, dreams and so I give thanks, to thee oh Lord, my healer, savior, deliverer, and great Friend I am still waiting on you! In Christ Alone! PDW in Christ

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I would prefer to hear them spoken with an English accent.

This is a garbage poem imo

My great inspiration is William Shakespeare. These poems are so sweet and heartfelt

When you live in another country as a foreigner and don't know anyone, sometimes days go by without the opportunity to be kind to others, to see them and help them. You cannot help others because you yourself are trying to 'float'. When you count a lot of days, you wonder if it makes sense to live without all those "ordinary things" sincere smiles and grateful faces that you left at home and went further into the world chasing new goals. Then one realizes the value of all the things mentioned in the poem.

Pure genius - sheer class......Shakespeare will remain in my heart forever......

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All souls are healed by Love, It's the Holy Grace from above. When your heart feels sore, It will embrace you to the core. Diseases are cured by Love, All the heart's wounds, our soul's trove. And those among you who've befriended her, Will forever be on familiar terms, as it were. She's in the Soul, not made by hand, The most beautiful in the universe, so grand. God is Love!!! But if it's lacking, Purify your Mind - God's grace be asking. Vasiliy Dobrev

All bad things will pass away, And joy, my friend, won't always stay. Yet it's more productive, indeed, It supports the spirit that's in need. Without just rose-colored glasses, Where no illusions in goodness passes, Where you objectively heed Everything you see, indeed. Don't think of the bad in someone, You might miss the good that's done. Look for both, the bad and good, See in others what you should. Don't make an idol out of a soul, For no one's perfect on the whole. The meaning of life is in spirit's quest, Where many beautiful ideas rest. Vasyl Dobrev (Kyiv) Avoid any blow, dodge the strife, Troubles will pass by in life. For life has many troubles, indeed, I wish you well, that's my greet.

1:16 Amazing that these were published after Shakespeare's death, as he intended. He believes that the sonnets are his only chance to immortalize the fair youth, the dark lady and himself. In Sonnet 72 he tells us "my name be buried where my body is." He was right!

Thanks enough I will start a good day today

True Dad's but values today are warped and confused by lies and perversion

Beautifully written inspiration. Love it. God Bless!🙏😇

So powerful, I cry every time I hear it…

chosen or not chosen

to beleive or not to beleive

This poem makes me think of something I read once. Talking about the “tomorrow man.” Stating a tomorrow man is a person that makes themselves and the people around them better for tomorrow. Be it working out and helping those that need it. I think that message and that poem is powerful if internalized. Why not live today how you wish you lived yesterday?

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Think you so much its so beutefull

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