quinta-feira, maio 04, 2006

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.


E então, não sai mais nada? Em Lit Inglesa tem sido Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra, e The Tempest. Não parece muito difícil, mas a ver vamos. Abraço.
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