Sonnet cxxx

Sonnet cxxx

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  BY :- SHAKESPEARE GROUP 11 KUMARI HARSHITA MARUTESH VISHWA SAI YASH GOVIL PRITESH REDDY GAURAV DEY
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  Shakespeare, an Englishpoet and play Wright , widely regarded as the greatest writer in English language and the world’s preeminent dramatist. He was born in Stafford-upon- Avon. He is often called England's national poet and the "bard of Avon”. His surviving works include some collaborations, consist of about 38 plays,154 sonnet, two long narration poem, and several other poems. His plays have been translated into every major living language and are performed more often than those of any other play Wright.
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  Sonnet CXX isSonnet i.e. ; a poem having fourteen lines. It got two quadrants and three couplete.it is written by the great and famous poet, narrator and dramatics William shakespeare.He wrote many poems and prose and Sonnet CXXX is one of those. this poem basically is comparison of his mistress with different natural and unnatural things of the universe. He goes on comparing his mistress with different thing but in the end at last couplet he also adores her uniqueness and says that she is best at what she is. William Shakespeare compares her mistress eyes with the sun and says that they are not so shiny as sunshine. the she is compared to coral because her lips are not so red like coral. It also indicates that she is not so fair.Usually fair ladies have red lips. then she is compared to snow as her breasts are dun in color and hairs with wires that means wrinkled dull and punned. her cheeks unlike rose petals soft and red and white. And also with the sweet of perfume unlike the adores of her mouth. He says that music is more pleasant than her voice that is rough and rude. and her walking is unlike goddess as she drags her feet and walks and also thumps upon the ground. But at last he adores her uniqueness as each one of us are unique at their own kind. and any one she doesn’t need any false comparisons are these are not real.Hence,this poem is basically a comparison then adoring and telling that no one could be compared.
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  MY MISTRESS’ EYESARE NOTHING LIKE A 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 SEE IN HER CHEEKS; And in some perfumes is that more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath has a more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress , when she walks, trends on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.