Shakespeare Sonnet 17

Shakespeare Sonnet 17 – 1 Minute Poem, Relaxing Poetry In Nature By IRV

Shakespeare Sonnet 17 (XVII) Text

Shakespeare Sonnet 17 - 1 Minute Poem, Relaxing Poetry In Nature By IRV

Enjoy Shakespeare Sonnet 17 (XVII) in nature. Listen to the Sonnet whilst watching a nature scene video to help you learn the sonnet in a relaxing environment with nature sounds to help provide a calming atmosphere.

Here’s the text of Shakespeare Sonnet 17 (XVII):

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say ‘This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.’

So should my papers yellow’d with their age
Be scorn’d like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term’d a poet’s rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:

But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.

Shakespeare Sonnet 17 (XVII) Video

Relaxing Nature & Poetry, Shakespeare Sonnet 17, Who will believe my verse in time to come

This is a 1 minute video in which Shakespeare Sonnet 17 (XVII) is spoken in a nature scene.