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Sonnet 134 So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

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Sonnet 134 So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

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Sonnet 134 So, now I have confess'd that he is thine

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Georgia,Kutaisi,LTD School N1

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Shakespeare sonnet 53 / What is your substance

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Shakespeare Sonnet 11

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Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

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Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

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Didim Efeler Secondary School - Created by

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Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

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Sonnet 73: That Time Of Year Thou Mayst In Me Behold

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Didim Efeler Secondary School ~SONNET 73

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Zeynepö. read the Sonnet 17.

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Sarıkaya Secondary School Şahinbey/GAZİANTEP 

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Sarıkaya Secondary School Şahinbey/GAZİANTEP 

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Sonnet 7 by Bolu İzzet Baysal Anadolu Lisesi

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VOICED BY ABDULKADİR

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Ela read Sonnet 18

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Voices by Ebrar from Atatürk Secondary School Yunusemre /Manisa

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Ironameisland eTwinning Project Sonnet: 5

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Sonnet  3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

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Sonnet  3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest

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Look in your mirror and tell the face you see that it’s time to father a child. Your face is fresh and healthy now, but if you don’t reproduce it, you’ll be cheating the world and cursing a woman who would happily be your child’s mother. After all, do you think there’s a woman out there so beautiful that she’d refuse to have your child? And what man would be so foolish as to allow his own self-absorption to stop himself from fathering children? You are like a mirror to your own mother, and when she looks at you she can gaze back at the lovely springtime of her youth. In the same way, when you are old and wrinkled, you’ll be able to look at your child and see yourself in your prime. But if you choose not to have a child to remember you, you’ll die alone and leave no memory of your own image.

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Sofia Burlaka

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Seçkin Öztekin- Darıca Süreyya Yalçın Secondary School

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Seçkin Öztekin- Darıca Süreyya Yalçın Secondary School

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7th grade student read aloud Shalespeare's 104th Sonnet.

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Darıca Süreyya Yalçın Ortaokulu Sonnet 104

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Yana Dudko Horodyshche economic lyceum

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Horodyshche economic lyceum, Zlata Kravchenko

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Horodyshche economic lyceum, Zlata Kravchenko

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William Shakespeare, sonet number 130

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Злата Кравченко

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Shakespeare's sonnet by my student Arzu

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The Sonnet 36 by Elber

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The original video of my pupil

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Mersin Tarsus Zühtü Günaştı Anatolian High School

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Mersin Tarsus Zühtü Günaştı Anatolian High School

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Müzeyyen and Zeynep read the sonnet together.

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Michal

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Ironame Island eTwinning project-Shakespeare's Sonnet63-Toki Şehit İkram Cirit Anatolian High School

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Gündoğmuş Multi Programme Anatolian High School-  Sonnet 40      

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Gündoğmuş Multi Programme Anatolian High School-  Sonnet 40      

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read aloud by Sudenaz

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Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav’st it else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Sonnet 87: Translation to modern English

Farewell, you’re too valuable for me to own. I’m sure you know your worth. The extent of that allows you to be released from me: you have broken the bonds between us. For how can I hold on to you without your consent, and how have I come to deserve such riches? Reasons for receiving such a beautiful gift are lacking so my right to own you is reverting back to you. You gave yourself to me without knowing your value, or else you mistook me. So your great gift, based on misunderstanding, is returned now that you’re capable of making better judgments. I have had you as in a flattering dream, thinking of myself as a king while I slept, but on waking, finding I was no such thing.

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voiced by ECE

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Nfk students read the Shakespeare's 18th Sonnet

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Nfk students read the Shakespeare's 18th Sonnet

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NFK STUDENTS READ SHAKESPEARE'S 18th SONNET

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Sonnet 126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

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Sonnet 126 O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power

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Gorodishche Economic Lyceum, Yana Dudko

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show'st
Thy lovers withering as thy sweet self grow'st;
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure!
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit, though delay'd, answer'd must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.

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Cizre Science High School - Sonnet 8 by my lovely student Zeynep Meva

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Cizre Science High School - Sonnet 8 by my lovely student Zeynep Meva

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Read by Lena

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Sehit Birkan Gunduz Secondary School

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“Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as” by Shakespeare

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Ada from Yeniköy Secondary School

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Ferran i Alex

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Vicent Fabregat
Aleix Juaní

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Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain.

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Sonnet 36: Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain.

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Clàudia Castellà
Alex Comí

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Júlia and Berta sonnet 42 that thou hast is not all my grief

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Júlia and Berta sonnet 42 that thou hast is not all my grief

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Sonnet 30 by Emine

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Nur Y. Koçarlı Anatolian hıigh School,Turkey-Aydın

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Nur Y. Koçarlı Anatolian hıigh School,Turkey-Aydın

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IRONAME ISLAND,Transnational Teams,Sonnet 109: O! Never Say That I Was False Of Heart SHAKESPEARE

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Abdülhamid Han Secondary School/Shakespeare's 90th sonnet,vocalized by my student,Zerda

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Abdülhamid Han Secondary School/Shakespeare's 90th sonnet,vocalized by my student,Zerda

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BAFRA ANATOLIAN HIGH SCHOOL

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Shakespeare 10th sonnet

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Sonnet 104:To me, fair friend, you never can be old.

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Sonnet 104:To me, fair friend, you never can be old.

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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride;

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen;

Three April pérfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

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Trabzon Şalpazarı Anadolu İmam Hatip Lisesi / Shakespeare's Sonnets / Sonnet 33

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video is prepared by Mert and the poem is read by Elif

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video is prepared by Mert and the poem is read by Elif

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Shakespeare Sonnet 116 - Modern English Version

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O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.

Sonnet 13: Translation to modern English

Oh how I long for you to be yourself forever, unchanged, but, my love, you don’t have any identity for any longer than your time on earth. You should prepare yourself for this approaching end and pass your sweet likeness on to someone else. In that way the lease that you hold for that beauty would not expire and you would survive after your self’s death, when your beautiful children would carry your beautiful form. Who allows such a lovely house to fall into decay when it could, with good management, be properly protected from the stormy winds of winter and the frustration of the eternal coldness of death? Oh, no-one except the irresponsible. My dear love, you once had a father: let your son be able to say the same thing.

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SONNET 20:A WOMAN'S FACE WITH NATURE'S OWN HAND PAINTED

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SONNET 20:A WOMAN'S FACE WITH NATURE'S OWN HAND PAINTED

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READ BY SEVENTH GRADE STUDENT FROM ŞEHİT ÜSTEĞMEN KONURALP ÖZCAN SECONDARY SCHOOL

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IRONAME ISLAND ETWINNING PROJECT adlı videonun kopyası

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Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage

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Sonnet 26: Lord Of My Love, To Whom In Vassalage

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SONNET46:MINE EYE AND HEART ARE AT A MORTAL WAR

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SONNET46:MINE EYE AND HEART ARE AT A MORTAL WAR

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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierc’d with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To ‘cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye’s moiety, and the dear heart’s part:
As thus: mine eye’s due is thine outward part,
And my heart’s right, thine inward love of heart.

Sonnet 46: Translation to modern English

My eye and heart are at deadly war with each other over which one will have control of your image. My eye wants to bar my heart from the sight of the picture it has of you; my heart wants to deny my eye the right to the image it has of you. My heart insists that the true picture of you lies locked inside of him, never penetrated by eyes, that can reveal it. But the defendant denies that charge and claims that your beauty lies in him. To decide this case a jury of my thoughts has been assembled, all of them holding allegiance to the heart. And their verdict on which portion of your image belongs to the eye and which to the heart is: my eye is awarded your outward part and my heart has the right to the inward love of your heart.

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Sonnet 109: O! Never Say That I Was False Of Heart

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Sonnet 109: O! Never Say That I Was False Of Heart

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O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify,
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I return again;
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reigned,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stained,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

Sonnet 109: Translation to modern English

Oh, don’t say that I was untrue, even though our being apart made me appear cool. It would be as easy to me to be separated from myself as from you, to whom, if I ever stray, I return, like a traveller coming home; right on time, punctual, not affected by circumstances, so that I am myself bringing the water that will wash away my sin. Even if my nature had every kind of carnal weakness imaginable you shouldn’t believe that it could be so perversely sinful as to abandon all your goodness for worthless women, because I consider the whole universe worthless, apart from you, my rose of youth: you’re my everything in it.

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Sonnet 73: Translation to modern English

You may see that time of year in me when few, or no, yellow leaves hang on those branches that shiver in the cold bare ruins of the choir stalls where sweet birds sang so recently. You see, in me, the twilight of a day, after the sun has set in the west, extinguished by the black night that imitates Death, which closes everything in rest. You see in me the glowing embers that are all that is left of the fire of my youth – the deathbed on which youth must inevitably die, consumed by the life that once fed it. This is something you can see, and it gives your love the strength deeply to love that which you have to lose soon.

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Sonnet 13: O! That You Were Your Self, But, Love, You Are

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Sonnet 13: O! That You Were Your Self, But, Love, You Are