• Shakespeare's Sonnet 97

  • Mar 16 2025
  • Duración: 23 m
  • Podcast
  • Resumen

  • Shakespeare compares his love to the seasons... again. Our story continues with Shakespeare and Marlowe visiting Shakespeare's infamous holiday cottage.


    Sonnet 97

    How like a winter hath my absence been
    From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
    What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
    What old December's bareness everywhere!
    And yet this time removed was summer's time;
    The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
    Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
    Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
    Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
    But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit;
    For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
    And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
    Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
    That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

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