sonnet 30 by Shakespeare

عصام · **مرسل:** الجمعة نوفمبر 23, 2007 1:09 am

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.[/color]

ابراهيم محمد · **مرسل:** السبت نوفمبر 24, 2007 4:39 am

[center] عصام,

مشكور أخي على القصيدة مع انو هيك لوحدا ما بتنفهم إلا اذا كان معها الشرح أو الترجمة
الله يوفقك يا غالي [/center]

عصام · **مرسل:** السبت نوفمبر 24, 2007 5:05 pm

والله حقك على راسي

Shakespearean شكر للمرور

LATEST_POSTS

قوانين المنتدى

sonnet 30 by Shakespeare

الموجودون الآن