Here is one of the most famous poems in English. Written by Lord Byron, as he woke up after having met a woman in an event occurring the previous day. You can delight in those ear-massaging iambic tetrameters. We’ll talk about it on a later post. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climesLire la suite « She Walks in Beauty »
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‘Tis Always Time for a Sonnet
Le sonnet le plus célèbre (du monde ? ), ici par Al le Fameux 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 goldLire la suite « ‘Tis Always Time for a Sonnet »
