Shakespeare's Sonnet 55: "Not marble nor the gilded monuments" | Read by Deborah Findlay

Deborah Findlay reads Shakespeare's Sonnet 55: "Not marble nor the gilded monuments".
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Sonnet 55: Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
’Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the Judgement that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.

[@marcellacampagna9866]

It' s fantastic with her reading

[@RactimGoswamiOfficial]

Wonderful Deborah !!! such an wonderful piece of sonnet.

[@amruthaanil4739]

The recitation of the sonnet is very beautifully carried out....very well done.

[@MacKenziePoet]

Lovely voice, beautiful sense of the sonnet and its laws. A success!

[@chxnkimi]

THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!😍😍

[@AnanthakrishnaGopal]

Nice

[@claire2943]

When i shake off this mortal coil I hope someone remembers me like that.Will is immortal.He lives on in his works.

[@marcellacampagna9866]

Most great of english poentry, before Oscar Wilde, my Sweet Friend of these bads days of my life

[@bvgvbulov2881]

Not marble, nor the guilded monument, Of Princes shall out-liue this powrefull rime, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Then vnswept stone, besmeer'd with sluttish time. When wastefull warre shall Statues ouer-turne, And broiles roote out the worke of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor warres quick fire shall burne The liuing record of your memory. Gainst death, and all obliuious emnity Shall you pace forth, your praise shall stil finde roome, Euen in the eyes of all posterity That weare this world out to the ending doome. So til the iudgement that your selfe arise, You liue in this, and dwell in louers eies.

[@madhurimamazumder9866]

0:17 0:33 0:38

[@agrimg]

Pronounce record correct plis

[@suburbanbanshee]

She did pronounce "record" correctly. You pronounce the verb form "reCORD." But you pronounce the noun form as "RECord." Shakespeare is using the noun, not the verb, in the phrase "the living record of your memory."

[@agrimg]

***** she slightly puts it as courd, whereas it sould be recurd, a very steep fall was expected, but ok I knew all tha -.-