Love Conquers All

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Love Conquers All

In life, there is many times where we must face tough obstacles and overcome adversity. Those times are so difficult if we did not have love. When we truly have love, it takes away a lot of the pain in situations and also helps us push towards the right thing to do. Also, when we have a love for someone it seems to be able to withstand so much pressure and lead us back to happiness. I personally chose the theme of love conquers all because I have been in hard times in my life and if it was not for the love around me being strong, I would have never made it through these trials.

Table of Contents

17th century

Pages 3: [My mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun], Poet Exploration, Explication

Page 4-6: Literary Criticism

Page 7: Article response

19th century

Page 8: “How do I love thee?”, poet exploration, explication

Page 9-12: Literary criticism

Page 13: Article Response

20th century

Page 14-17: [Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone], Poet Exploration, Explication, Literary Criticism, Article Response

21st century

Page 18: “Dim Lady”, Poet Exploration, Explication

Page 19: Literary Criticism, Article Response

Page 20: Original Sonnet; Sonnet I

Page 21: Works Cited Page

Late 16th or 17th century poem

[My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun]

Poem written by: William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

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