(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.
Shivers!! Thanks for posting this!
ReplyDeleteSomeone needs to bottle that man's voice and sell it as an aphrodisiac. And just, gah! Rickman reading Shakespeare!!! I have no words.....
ReplyDeleteWonderful holiday gift, gals! Thank you!
Smiles!
Lori
excellent as it would be so!
ReplyDeleteYou are cracking me up, Lori!
ReplyDeleteKudos to Alan Rickman!
ReplyDeleteI also like Catherine Tate's version...
Watch it!
It has been far too long since I was last here.
ReplyDeleteThank 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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