Pretty neat, Allen!
I'll volunteer to give it a home on the web. Just email the script to
mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED].
--Ralph
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> Sent: Friday, October 22, 1999 11:30 PM
> To: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Subject: [REBOL] Poetry by RNILL Shakespeare
>
>
>
> Hi All,
>
> I have a Shakespearean Sonnet generator ( which is derived from my RNILL
> script, a dictionary created from analysing WS's sonnets ) .
> Hopefully I'll
> find or arrange a web home for it soon. (offers welcome, it
> needs cgi , but
> doesn't need write access)
>
> Thought I'd share one of RNILL Shakespeare's sonnets with you all.
>
> "
> By those that nimble thought I with weary night?
>
> Beshrew that other petty wrongs that guides my wailing chief,
>
> Shall summer's green all men diseased; but this thy brain,
>
> So vex'd with evermore acknowledge thee, when from thence:
>
> And I, once in me your epitaph to kiss.
>
> He is poorly imitated after that thee back,
>
> Thou prevent'st his compeers by thy fair aspect
>
> Being woo'd of you, if thou gently sway'st
>
> Nor can jump both moon and proud as your truth.
>
> And the world's fresh repair should grow sad.
>
> O'ercharged with that love as I myself thy face survey,
>
> Of heaven itself so I, once in the swart-complexion'd night,
>
> Breathed forth all this separation I would bear
>
> As forfeit to do not so; I am perjured most;
> "
>
> Cheers,
>
> Allen K
>
