Shakespeare’s sonnets By Polina Dmitrichenko

after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes

ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.”

― William Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis

Shakespeare
William Shakespeare is rightfully considered one of the prominent Renaissance

poets. He wrote more than 150 sonnets, which simultaneously revealed the beauty, soul and human existence in such a tragic world. The main idea of ​​sonnets is expressed in the manifestation of the feelings of the lyrical hero, his love, the problems of being and interest in his own personality. The image of the whole world is being recreated, where trust and cruelty are simultaneously fighting. Shakespeare's sonnets reveal such human values ​​as friendship, love, which are opposed to the injustice of the world, hypocrisy and problems prevailing in society.

large groups - sonnets, dedicated to a friend and sonnets,

dedicated to a swarthy lover, who, one way or another, are imbued with a feeling like love.

is seldom known until it be lost.

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 dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
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.

dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a

journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then

my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time, whose million'd accidents
Creep in 'twixt vows, and change decrees of kings,
Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents,
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things;
Alas! why, fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe, then might I not say so,
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?

these things.
You meet someone and you fall in love

and that’s that.

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 damasked, 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.

his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to

keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warmed;
And so the General of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.
This brand she quenched in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.

content, but are united by one circumstance - a feeling

of love. They are especially pronounced in the perception of life by the lyrical hero and the feelings he experiences. It is love, praised as a gift, that drives the hero and presents not only positive and happy moments. In sonnets, overflowing with the feelings and feelings of lovers, pain, longing and sadness found their place. All this suggests the confession of the lyrical hero of Shakespeare’s sonnets.

hero, gave his own interpretation and delineated the criteria of

feeling called “love”, which should be eternal, immeasurable, quiet and all-forgiving.