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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

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. 

(Source: adri-elle)

— 10 months ago with 29 notes
#shakespeare  #sonnets  #literature 
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    My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her...
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    He is reading one of my favorite sonnets!
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