Read by Mimi Khalvati
Sonnet 33 - William Shakespeare - Read by Mimi Khalvati
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The British Council has supported these recordings as part of the Shakespeare Lives in 2016 programme celebrating the work of William Shakespeare on the 400th anniversary of his death.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out alack, he was but one hour mine,
the region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this, my love no wit disdaineth:
Suns of the world may stain, when heaven’s sun staineth.