Sunday, August 05, 2012
Shakespeare Musings Amidst Ol' London: Part II
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
(The Tempest, 3.2.135-43)
Have the organisers selected the right lines for the international event? Or is it inappropriate?
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing.
(Sonnet 8 - For full version click comments below)
Would the above Sonnet be more suitable then? Give us your view.