Anyone for Shakespeare? ....
From Sonnet 18
It is well known now as Shakespeare's phrase "The Darling Buds of May" was used as the title for his novel by H.E. Bates... which has since been adapted for television too 😊
Apologies for using my Japanese plum in 3 successive photos - I am enjoying it before it freezes (-2.6c last night)
For the Smile on Saturday challenge: "picture with added text"
HCC and HSoS ;o)
Cliché and Smile on Saturday: Here
my Plum blossom set: Here
Blend and Merge: Here
Sonnet 18
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.
Anyone for Shakespeare? ....
From Sonnet 18
It is well known now as Shakespeare's phrase "The Darling Buds of May" was used as the title for his novel by H.E. Bates... which has since been adapted for television too 😊
Apologies for using my Japanese plum in 3 successive photos - I am enjoying it before it freezes (-2.6c last night)
For the Smile on Saturday challenge: "picture with added text"
HCC and HSoS ;o)
Cliché and Smile on Saturday: Here
my Plum blossom set: Here
Blend and Merge: Here
Sonnet 18
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.