(Thanks to discosherpa for the original post!)
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
7 comments:
Shivers!! Thanks for posting this!
Someone needs to bottle that man's voice and sell it as an aphrodisiac. And just, gah! Rickman reading Shakespeare!!! I have no words.....
Wonderful holiday gift, gals! Thank you!
Smiles!
Lori
excellent as it would be so!
You are cracking me up, Lori!
Kudos to Alan Rickman!
I also like Catherine Tate's version...
Watch it!
It has been far too long since I was last here.
Thank you for an Alan Rickman Xmas present. The best kind!
Happy Holiday wishes to all readergirlz.
xo
Shelf Elf
Hi Shelf Elf! :)
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