8 thoughts on “ The Winter Of My Discontent

  • The Winter Of My Discontent. February 23, tags: depression, seasons, winter. Have I ever told you how much I hate winter? Oh, it has a few charms, like the rare snowfall that sticks around for a day or two and then melts. This year, however, we’re having a long, cold, snowy, wet winter and the perpetually grey skies over our Pacific.
  • Jan 22,  · The Winter of My Discontent. By Jennifer Burcke on January 22, Visit Jennifer's Website. by Jennifer Burcke “Now is the winter of our discontent.” So begins Richard III by William Shakespeare. No, I won’t turn this into a post about iambic pentameter.
  • Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Richard The Third Act 1, scene 1.
  • Speech: “Now is the winter of our discontent” By William Shakespeare (from Richard III, spoken by Gloucester) Now is the winter of our discontent. Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house. In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;.
  • ' Now is the winter of our discontent', is the first line of Shakespeare's Richard III, It needs to be read together with the second line of the play 'made glorious summer by this sun of York'. Shakespeare was using the summer/winter weather as a metaphor for the fortunes of tthe English House of York and its rivalry with the Plantagenets.
  • May 09,  · The Christmas after my 20th birthday, my mom and I made plans to get our own apartment in a more metropolitan area. We agreed that we would be roommates, splitting all of the bills evenly. I had gotten the first job that would afford me the ability to pay real bills and I was desperate to try my hand at being an adult; I was ready to live by my.
  • Apr 26,  · Re: This is The Winter of My Discontent I am going to keep talking to you, because I am worried that you might be contemplating a midnight, deep swim .
  • May 06,  · During my first year of college, I went home for a holiday visit. My best friend from childhood and I were invited to a party. It was people we knew; people we had known for years. There was no reason to think it would be any different than any party I had ever been to. I drank a lot, as did my friend. We had fun. When I think about it, it was.

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