Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars" @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social @potterbard.bsky.social #ShakespeareSunday
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars" @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social @potterbard.bsky.social #ShakespeareSunday
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: #Shakespearesunday #snap @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: #Shakespearesunday #snap @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives" -Alls Well That Ends Well. @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social @ooccouchgags.bsky.social #Shakespearesunday #simpsonhalloween
by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives" -Alls Well That Ends Well. @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social @ooccouchgags.bsky.social #Shakespearesunday #simpsonhalloween
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard" -Sonnet 12 #montypython @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard" -Sonnet 12 #montypython @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Republic's champion, repose you here in rest,
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep. -Titus Andronicus @bardwars.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social #ShakespeareSunday
Republic's champion, repose you here in rest,
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, here are no storms,
No noise, but silence and eternal sleep. -Titus Andronicus @bardwars.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social #ShakespeareSunday
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. #Shakespearesunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. #Shakespearesunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Still and contemplative in living art." #ShakespeareSunday @potterbard.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Still and contemplative in living art." #ShakespeareSunday @potterbard.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction." #ShakespeareSunday #trump @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Bretons, and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o'er-cloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction." #ShakespeareSunday #trump @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones. Richard III, Act IV, Scene i." @shakespeare.lol @austintichenor.bsky.social #Shakespearesunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
Whom envy hath immured within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones. Richard III, Act IV, Scene i." @shakespeare.lol @austintichenor.bsky.social #Shakespearesunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will. #Shakespearesunday @potterbard.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
And therefore I forbid my tears; but yet It is our trick; nature her custom holds,
Let shame say what it will. #Shakespearesunday @potterbard.bsky.social @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
"O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?" #ShakespeareSunday
"O heavens!
Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,
Making both it unable for itself,
And dispossessing all my other parts
Of necessary fitness?" #ShakespeareSunday
When judges steal themselves."
#ShakespeareSunday
When judges steal themselves."
#ShakespeareSunday
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about" #ShakespeareSunday
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about" #ShakespeareSunday
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint." shakespeareanstudent.com/2025/07/13/s... #ShakespeareSunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint." shakespeareanstudent.com/2025/07/13/s... #ShakespeareSunday @hollowcrownfans.bsky.social