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O, my love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my love is like a melody, That's sweetly played in tune. As fear art thou, my bonny lass, So deep in love am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, ‘Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun! And I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee well, my only love, And fare thee well a while! And I will come again, my love, Through it were ten thousand mile!

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William Shakespeare is always in our hearts ❤🫀

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Guys, is it true that the native English speakers cannot understand the old English? Like The English that Shakespeare used?

Like seriously why are there not enough reactions for this channel 🤦? Ppl do not see profitable things all they do is chase after vain things and stupid trends. This right here , trust me , are immortal words❤

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Speech: “To be, or not to be, that is the question” By William Shakespeare Share (from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet) To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die-to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause-there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

বক্তৃতা: "হতে হবে বা না হতে হবে, এটাই প্রশ্ন" উইলিয়াম শেক্সপিয়ার দ্বারা শেয়ার করুন (হ্যামলেট থেকে, হ্যামলেটের দ্বারা বলা) হওয়া বা না হওয়া, এটাই প্রশ্ন: মনে মনে কষ্ট পেতে হয় কিনা অপ্রীতিকর ভাগ্যের গুলতি এবং তীর, অথবা কষ্ট সাগরের বিরুদ্ধে অস্ত্র নিতে এবং বিরোধিতা করে তাদের শেষ করুন। মরতে - ঘুমাতে, আর নেই; এবং একটি ঘুমের দ্বারা আমরা শেষ বলতে হৃদয়-ব্যথা এবং হাজার প্রাকৃতিক ধাক্কা সেই মাংস উত্তরাধিকারী: 'এটি একটি পরিপূর্ণতা ধার্মিকভাবে কামনা করা হবে. মরতে, ঘুমাতে; ঘুমাতে, স্বপ্ন দেখার সম্ভাবনা-অ্যা, এখানে ঘষা আছে: কেননা সেই মৃত্যুর ঘুমের মধ্যে কি স্বপ্ন আসতে পারে, যখন আমরা এই নশ্বর কয়েলটি এলোমেলো করে ফেলি, আমাদের বিরতি দিতে হবে - সম্মান আছে যে এত দীর্ঘ জীবনের বিপর্যয় তৈরি করে। সময়ের চাবুক আর তিরস্কার কে সহ্য করবে, অত্যাচারীর অন্যায়, অহংকারীর অপমান, বিচ্ছিন্ন প্রেমের যন্ত্রণা, আইনের বিলম্ব, অফিসের ঔদ্ধত্য, এবং অপমান অযোগ্যদের সেই ধৈর্যশীল যোগ্যতা লাগে, যখন সে নিজেই তার নিস্তব্ধতা তৈরি করতে পারে একটি খালি bodkin সঙ্গে? কে সহ্য করবে, ক্লান্ত জীবনে ঘামতে ও ঘামতে, কিন্তু মৃত্যুর পর কোন কিছুর ভয়, অনাবিষ্কৃত দেশ, যার জন্ম কোন ভ্রমণকারী ফিরে আসে না, ইচ্ছাকে ধাঁধাঁ দেয়, এবং আমাদের বরং আমাদের সেই অসুস্থতাগুলি সহ্য করে তোলে অন্যের কাছে উড়ে যা আমরা জানি না? এইভাবে বিবেক আমাদের সবাইকে কাপুরুষ করে তোলে, এবং এইভাবে রেজোলিউশন নেটিভ বর্ণ চিন্তার ফ্যাকাশে কাস্টে অসুস্থ হয়ে পড়েছে, এবং মহান pith এবং মুহূর্তের উদ্যোগ এই বিষয়ে তাদের স্রোত বিভ্রান্ত হয় আর কর্মের নাম হারায়।

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I'd llike to understand all text but I'm not english.

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Only a dad is one of the greatest poems ever written, it described my dad perfectly. He has always been our hero in the family

Brilliant 👍

Have I earned my tomorrow? I used to believe I had. Now I am not so certain. And with each new tomorrow, I see the things I've done, reflecting in my eyes like an early setting sun.

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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 UA-cam 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.