Sonnets 129 Novels & Stories

He took it, but her eyes locked on the brooch on his chest. "Wow, Eddie. Your taste really changed. You used to hate these knockoffs." She reached for it. Eddie flinched and caught her hand. Glenna blinked, then pouted. "Didn't realize it meant that much... Guess you won't like my gift either." She opened the box. Another brooch. Flashy. Expensive-looking. Nothing like the one Rhea gave. Eddie's grip loosened. He saw her eyes go glassy, sighed, then unclipped Rhea's brooch and swapped it for Glenna's.

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 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, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

"The aftereffects of rejection fever are still ravaging your body. Your wolf is far too weak to sustain the fetus." "We need the father's scent to stabilize the pup's vitals. Without it, there's nothing we can do." I lay on that hard cot, tears streaming down my face, blood pooling beneath me. I tried. In the end, I tried. I closed my eyes and reached through the ruins of the mindlink, pouring every ounce of strength I had left into sending a signal to Callum — even though the bond was broken, twelve years of marking still left a faint residual trace. In theory, there was still a sliver of a connection.

A life that had been lifeless since its inception. This is how my journey ends. This is what it all signifies. My life is a song of winter. A song of death. Under the mourning pine tree let me be laid. Come, oh cold death let me be swayed. As the lonely white snow dissolves the heat. My life shall fly away as it takes my breath. My life, my honor, and dignity be slain. Let my royal armour be torn and stained. My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat.

It didn’t make sense to have such situated in an open field, but for a place referred to as The Lover’s Road? “A bench for two.” Sonia whispered, dragging her feet slowly with half-closed eyes towards the other end of the road. Her sense of hearing remained oblivious to the approaching vehicle until she felt the blinding limelight casting all of its glory upon her and the dark road. It all seemed too fast for her to process; she felt a tremendous force grazing her off the road. Her skin tingles in that blink of a moment, her hair swaying along in the direction of the wind just before she felt herself falling back towards the earth.

So she runs all the way down to the seashore Among roses, go up aloft She runs all the way down to the seashore She runs on the stones, she runs on her toes Careful of the waves lapping at her feet Among roses, she runs on her toes Careful of the waves lapping at her feet Then they took her into the ship And offered her both mead and wine to drink Among roses, into the ship And offered her both mead and wine to drink “I see, I see from your small white fingers That no wedding ring was there before yesterday.” Among roses, small white fingers, “That no wedding ring was there before yesterday.” “I see, I see from your gold-yellow hair No wedding garland was there before yesterday.” Among roses

Stella chatted casually. "Elizabeth Barrett Browning? 'The Soul's Expression'?" "That's a good one, but my favorite is 'How Do I Love Thee'. It goes like this: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of being and ideal grace." Stella recited a few lines of the poem. "I have never heard of that." Jasper put the washed tomatoes onto the plate.

“I’d like to answer, Mr. Rowland. The voice came like thunder. Everyone turned. Miguel. He didn’t even lift his gaze from his tablet. Still seated, he cast a glance at Drake, then spoke up. “In Sonnet 18, Shakespeare uses metaphor and seasonal imagery to convey the transient nature of beauty and the eternal nature of verse.” Applause followed. Real, thunderous applause. Drake blinked down at his notebook, suddenly warm despite the cold stares around him. He didn’t know why… but he was glad Miguel had answered.

18 which I luckily read last night. “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...” I hear her voice fade in the background as my eyes feel heavier. I don’t know how long I slept last night but I know whatever amount I managed to sleep last night wasn’t enough for me.