The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/10/08

[BlueIris]

"Sonnet 14"

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well,
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

—William Shakespeare

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

2. I think this is beautiful.

I love Shakespeare ~ sigh ~

hey Blue...I have a Poem/Prose/Passage from a book that I am trying to loacate. Could/Would you help?

It is by Victor Hugo.

[BlueIris]

3. I would love to, but I've never read Hugo (sorry).

One of the shameful gaps in my reading history.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

4. ok thanks.

I have tried to find it in his famous quotes but, this is an entire passage and I forgot what book it was from x(

[BlueIris]

5. Kick.

[BlueIris]

6. Kick.