A Sonnet Upon Sonnets by Robert Burns

Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings; What magic myst’ries in that number lie! Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly. Fourteen full pounds the jockey’s stone must be; His age fourteen – a horse’s prime is past. Fourteen long hours too oft the Bard must fast;... Continue Reading →

Shakespeare as Graphic Novels

Shakespeare continues to appear in new and usual ways and one of the newest  formats is the appearance of traditional and manga style graphic novels, though the plays have appeared in illustrated editions for hundreds of years. Copies of the plays were illustrated in both adult and children's editions and proved particularly popular with the... Continue Reading →

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! It is an ever-fix'd mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although... Continue Reading →

William Shakespeare, Private Eye

In recent years numerous real historical figures have turned up as characters in works of fiction, and oddly are frequently solving mysteries.  In the mysteries of Gyles Brandreth, Oscar Wilde is solving murders along with his friends Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and William Wordsworth's great-grandson Robert Sherard.  Jane Austen stars in Stephanie Barron's mystery series,... Continue Reading →

The Mystery of William Shakespeare?

Beginning in the middle of the 19th century, questions on whether Shakespeare was actually the author of the works thought to be his, began to arise. His lack of a formal education, and humble family background, have contributed to questioning his genius.  Since then over 80 possible candidates have been put forward as possible authors... Continue Reading →

Sonnet 18 as read by Tom Hiddleston

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art 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 dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines,... Continue Reading →

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