ترجمه فارسی شعر Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
ترجمه فارسی شعر Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day
Persian Translation of Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day by William Shakespeare
Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
I wasted time, and now doth time wastes me.
I wasted time, and now doth time wastes me.
William Shakespeare Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
Oh, no! it is an ever-fixéd mark
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Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.
Idiom - Much Ado about Nothing
Much Ado about Nothing:
If you say something is much ado about nothing, you think it's an overreaction to something that shouldn't have caused so much trouble.
Some people make a big fuss about which table they get in a restaurant, but as far as I can see it's much ado about nothing as long as the food's the same.
All this nonsense about status and "losing face" is much ado about nothing as far as I'm concerned.
Origin: "Much Ado about Nothing" is the title of a well-known play by William Shakespeare, and as a result the phrase has survived into modern English in it's original form.
If you say something is much ado about nothing, you think it's an overreaction to something that shouldn't have caused so much trouble.
Some people make a big fuss about which table they get in a restaurant, but as far as I can see it's much ado about nothing as long as the food's the same.
All this nonsense about status and "losing face" is much ado about nothing as far as I'm concerned.
Origin: "Much Ado about Nothing" is the title of a well-known play by William Shakespeare, and as a result the phrase has survived into modern English in it's original form.
William Shakespeare Sonnet 005
William Shakespeare Sonnet 005:
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel
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The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 004
William Shakespeare Sonnet 004:
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
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Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 003
William Shakespeare Sonnet 003:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
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Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 002
William Shakespeare Sonnet 002:
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
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William Shakespeare Sonnet 001
William Shakespeare Sonnet 001:
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel
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Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.
Poem - Spring By William Shakespeare
Spring:
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
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Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Quotes - William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare:
If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more... .
Poem - Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day By William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day:
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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
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Poem - Winter By William Shakespeare with Analysis
Winter:
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
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