SHAKESPEARE - SONNET 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the ...

THE season of remembrance is now officially over for this year, but Shakespeare’s great pondering on mortality and the power of love may make a fitting coda to it ...

Thomas Herron, Sacred Memory, Monumental Architecture, and Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, South Atlantic Review, Vol. 83, No. 4, Special Issue: Memory and Forgetting in Early Modern Literary Culture (Winter ...