Paul Michiels Last Updated 7/21/2014 Date of Completion 7/21/2014
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Listen to this sonnet by William Shakespeare and see if you can hear the zeugma that he uses in the last two lines. Read along if you'd like.
Sonnet 27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
Paul Michiels Last Updated 7/21/2014 Date of Completion 7/21/2014
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