Презентация к уроку на тему "William Shakespeare"
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“ He Was Not of an Age but for All Time” Benjamin Jonson (1573-1637)

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William Shakespeare 23 April 1564 - 23 April 1616

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Stratford-on-Avon

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Shakespeare’s birthplace in Stratford-on-Avon

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The Globe Theatre

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Shakespeare’s comedies: All’s Well That Ends Well As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline Love’s Labour’s Lost Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice Merry Wives of Windsor A Midsummer’s Night Dream Much Ado About Nothing Pericles, Prince of Tyre The Taming of the Shrew The Tempest Twelfth Night or What You Will The Two Gentlemen of Verona The Two Noble Kinsmen The Winter’s Tale

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Tragedies: Titus Andronicus Romeo and Juliet Julius Caesar Hamlet Othello King Lear Macbeth Antony and Cleopatra Coriolanus Troilus and Cressida Timon of Athens

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Historical plays: Henry VI Richard III King John Richard II Henry V Henry IV Henry VIII

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Poems: Venus and Adonis The Passionate Pilgrim The Rape of Lucrece The Phoenix and the Turtle A Lover’s Complaint

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Sonnets Shakespeare's sonnets are a collection of 154 sonnets, dealing with themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality.

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Sonnet 21 So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. О let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air: Let them say more that like of hearsay well, I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

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Sonnet 54 О how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly, When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwooed, and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so, Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made: And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth.