Sonnet 99

Le Sonnet 99 est l'un des 154 sonnets écrits par le dramaturge et poète William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 99

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? Thy purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair:
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.

— William Shakespeare

Traduction de François-Victor Hugo

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Avec ses quinze vers, il ne suit pas la structure habituelle du sonnet anglais. C'est le seul sonnet du recueil à compter plus de quatorze vers ; l'autre sonnet présentant un nombre inhabituel de vers, le 126, en compte seulement douze.

Texte original

Texte et typographie originale :

 THe forward violet thus did I chide,
Sweet theefe whence didſt thou ſteale thy ſweet that
If not from my loues breath,the purple pride, (ſmels
Which on thy ſoft cheeke for complexion dwells?
In my loues veines thou haſt too groſely died,
The Lillie I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marierom had ſtolne thy haire,
The Rofes fearefully on thornes did ſtand,
Our bluſhing ſhame,an other white diſpaire:
A third nor red,nor white,had ſtolne of both,
And to his robbry had annext thy breath,
But for his theft in pride of all his growth
A vengfull canker eate him vp to death.
  More flowers I noted,yet I none could ſee,
  But ſweet,or culler it had ſtolne from thee.

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