As with the structure of the Petrarchan sonnet, that of the Shakespearean sonnet influences the kinds of ideas that will be developed in it. For example, the three quatrains may be used to present three parallel images, with the couplet used to tie them together or to interpret their significance. Or the quatrains can offer three points in an argument, with the couplet serving to drive home the conclusion
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 147
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Directions: Please choose a sonnet by Shakespeare (see link below). Cut and paste it into your post, and analyze it using the terminology we learned in class (see "The Poetry Cheat Sheet" - October 26th post). Most importantly, include a detailed personal analysis of the poem in your post.
Frankie Huntress
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When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
In this sounet he talks aboiut growing and how it effects everything,and how every moment is a diffrent version of profection.he then states how you grow is influsenced by the people around you. He sees men as plants growing and blomming but then dieing. How at ones hight he will decrease in his time left. How to look apone a bloming flowers is to look apone a burtiful women.how he treasures her uth for he knows it will end. He is at war with his age and how it is a losing one.
Peyton Levental
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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 sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.
In sonnet number LXXIII, In the beginning, I can sense a happy state. It seems like they are talking about the seasons and how fall is transitioning into winter. Fall in this sonnet to me, relates back to happy times, "Upon those boughs which shake against the cold / Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang". It shows that the pretty scenery of fall explains happy times, even the birds come out to sing "sweet" songs. Then they get into the winter season. They choose to express this season almost in a sad and sorrowful way, "Upon those boughs which shake against the cold/ Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." They talk how now the trees are bare and cold and how their love for the other season had ended.
I personally like this sonnet because it expresses feelings in seasons form, which was fun for me. I also could understand it more than the others so I could think about it more and be able to write more detail. I agreed with their writings when they would say that the winter "sunset fadeth in the west". Overall I enjoyed reading this sonnet.
Drew Wachtel
DeleteI like how you explained why you picked your poem with a lot of detail.
Drew Wachtel
ReplyDeleteSonnet: LXXI.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
Sonnet 71 has four Quatrains and it follows the same pattern as the rest of the sonnets do. This poem has a lot of irony in it because there is a lot of drama in his poems an example of irony in this sonnet is when “ Give warning to the world that I am fled.”
Irony is a huge part of poetry because it keeps the reader entertained and shakespeare was one of the best poets to use irony in his poems. Overall I really enjoyed reading this poem and it kept me entertained all the way through.
Julia: Sonnet II ~
ReplyDeleteWhen forty winters shall besiege thy brow, A
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, B
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, A
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: B
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, C
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; D
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, C
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. D
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, E
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine F
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,' E
Proving his beauty by succession thine! F
This were to be new made when thou art old, G
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. G
In sonnet 2 there is imagery, like when he says “within thine own deep sunken eyes,/Were an all-eating shame. Shakespeare uses the word Beauty quite often, I think that in this sonnet he was trying to get the message across that you can make the outside nice but you can't change the inside. This is in the typical poem format. There is imagery of treasure from line 6. The tone of this sonnet is kind of telling what will happen in this persons life and how he will react to it.
I like this sonnet because it intricately tells the story of a man's life and how he looks good on the outside but doesn't on the inside. I really like the last line, “And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold”. I think that Shakespeare was furthermore trying to tell us that beauty is on the inside.
Peyton Levental
DeleteI like how you explained how in this sonnet it shares about one mans life. You gave good detail explaining how he felt in different words.
Lucas Kaufman
ReplyDeleteCVI (106).
When in the chronicle of wasted time (a)
I see descriptions of the fairest wights, (b)
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, (a)
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, (b)
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, (c)
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, (d)
I see their antique pen would have expressed (c)
Even such a beauty as you master now. (d)
So all their praises are but prophecies (e)
Of this our time, all you prefiguring; (f)
And for they looked but with divining eyes, (e)
They had not skill enough your worth to sing: (f)
For we, which now behold these present days, (g)
Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise. (g)
In this sonnet, Shakespeare talks about how the woman he loves is so beautiful that all the expressions of love by all the writers of the past can’t even hold a candle to the greatness of his love for her. He says in the first quatrain that he has heard poets of old, in the “chronicle of wasted time”, attempting to describe their love for the fairest of ladies unfortunate enough to not be the one Shakespeare loves. He goes on to call those works of love “but prophecies” all more than fulfilled by his love, but they still could not fully express the true beauty of this woman, and admitting in the couplet that he, too, is speechless, as he and all others who lay eyes upon her “have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise”. Shakespeare utilizes the “abab cdcd efef gg” rhyme format in Sonnet CVI, just as he does in all his others, and he also makes allusions to the writers and poets who lived before him, and how their love for their girls may have been great but still none can compare with his.
Jayden Cho
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I didn't realize this sonnet was essentially a love poem until I read your analysis. Your last line on how he gave an allusion to other writers made me think that Shakespeare seemed to be comparing himself with other writers.
Ben Worthley
ReplyDeleteHow heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.
I believe the author is on a long journey. The feel is that of mixed elements. The poem at the beginning is talking about how long the journey will go on for. At the end of the poem is says My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. Saying he is not happy about this jorny. He does not want to go on any longer. In the poem, he is talking about a horse and how the horse is taking him further and further into agony. The rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef. I think Shakespeare did not like horses or he did not like his horse because this poem is about a man and the horse he is on, and how the horse is taking the rider on this journey that he doses not enjoy.
Lucas Kaufman
DeleteOut of curiosity, which sonnet is this?
Ben Worthley
Delete#50.
Gannon Sylvester
ReplyDelete10/25/18
English ©
Sonnet 14
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck;
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
The tone of this Sonnet is very mystical and brilliant. It is not straightforward and sends the message in a different way. It does not use repetition at all. It uses astronomy by including stars and whether He uses an old English vernacular,“ deaths”, ”methinks”, and “thee” are some examples. Also, the fact that it does not use repetition makes it more old timmy.
what i mean by more "old Timmie" is that it doesnt use a lot of the same things in the sonnet. i dont really know why i used old timmie
DeleteSophia Lakos
DeleteI really like the sonnet that you chose it was very descriptive
Sean Wilen
ReplyDeleteSonnet 77
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, delivered from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt look,
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
In sonnet 77 it explains that time will never stop but we as people will and we need to keep it for as long as we can. Also tells the story that we shall do something with our time cause for us it is limited but time is not so don't waste the precious time away. It can relate to now because we are so caught up with our phones and we aren't living in the moment we are wasting the time away.
Julia Campbell
DeleteI agree with you in your last line, I think that sometimes we can get so caught up in our electronics that we start to detach from the real world without recognizing how much time has past.
Evan Brenner
ReplyDeleteSonnet CII
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandised, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
The sonnet I chose was sonnet 102. The tone in it is the meaning of love and that love is very important. There is not really any repetition. The connotation in this poem I this is positive and teaches about what love really is. There is some repetition in this poem, every other line there is a slight rhyme. When I read this poem the imagery I thought of was someone giving their affection for someone. One metaphor is, therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue. This poem has one fourteen line stanza.
Sophia Lakos
ReplyDeleteShall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
The author has a very calming way of writing everything seems to just flow together. As for senses, it makes you feel like you are in the middle of summer and you can almost feel what the weather is like. The author is great at describing and makes the reader feel like they are there and understand the point he is trying to make. There is a sudden change towards the end and it the mood drops, it goes from very cheerful and positive to cold. They also do a great job with rhyming it all fits together really well. My personal opinion on this poem is that I really like it. It makes me feel like I am in it with how well it is described. It also starts out really positive and is nice to read.
sonnet 18^^
ReplyDeleteJayden Cho
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Sonnet 16
When I do count the clock that tells the time, (A)
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; (B)
When I behold the violet past prime, (A)
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white; (B)
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, (C)
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, (D)
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, (C)
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, (D)
Then of thy beauty do I question make, (E)
That thou among the wastes of time must go, (F)
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake (E)
And die as fast as they see others grow; (F)
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence (G)
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence (G)
In this sonnet, Shakespeare seems to make an importance on the matter of time, and how there is only enough time to do what makes yourself happy. I think this was to show how limited there is of time, and that you only truly think of it when your life is almost over. There is the repetition of the word “when” in the first two quatrains, and I think that is to emphasize more on the future as well as the past, for in the future will be the time when someone thinks of the past, which is kind of ironic. Overall, although I had difficulty reading this sonnet for the old Shakespearean words, this sonnet was very deep and made me think more of humans thought of our lifetime.
Abhi Sharma
ReplyDeleteSonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 18 is about the seasons and the weather almost changing like one endless cycle.
At the beginning of the poem, it was talking about summer and the mood was happy, not gloomy or sad. Then during the end, it was talking about cold and the mood was sad.
Mitch Keamy
ReplyDeleteMusic to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? (A)
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: (B)
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, (A)
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? (B)
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, (C)
By unions married, do offend thine ear, (D)
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds (C)
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. (D)
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, (E)
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering; (F)
Resembling sire and child and happy mother, (E)
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing: (F)
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, (G)
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.' (G)
The sonnet is happy with very few sad undertones. The tone does not change in the sonnet. When reading the sonnet we hear how music can be sad but also happy depending on how you listen to it. The author questions the reader why they hear music in a sad way, when all music should be happy.
Mitch Keamy
ReplyDeleteSonnet 8
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? (A)
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: (B)
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly, (A)
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? (B)
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, (C)
By unions married, do offend thine ear, (D)
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds (C)
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. (D)
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, (E)
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering; (F)
Resembling sire and child and happy mother, (E)
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing: (F)
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one, (G)
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.' (G)
The sonnet is happy with very few sad undertones. The tone does not change in the sonnet. When reading the sonnet we hear how music can be sad but also happy depending on how you listen to it. The author questions the reader why they hear music in a sad way, when all music should be happy.
Davis Blanch
ReplyDeleteSonnet 34
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
In this sonnet, he talks of denial and neglect of himself. He talks about not being prepared for what lies ahead and his hard work not coming out to be much help. He talks about the loss of someone or something.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (A)
ReplyDeleteI summon up remembrance of things past, (B)
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, (A)
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: (B)
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, (C)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, (D)
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, (C)
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: (D)
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, (E)
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er (F)
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, (E)
Which I new pay as if not paid before. (F)
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, (G)
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end. (G)
Shakesphere is taliing about losing your friends in this sonnet. The poem's tone is depressing because at the start of the 3rd verse, "Then can I grieve at grievanes forgone", this person is saddened over other bad things.
Lucy Elerath:
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How heavy do I journey on the way, (A)
When what I seek, my weary travel's end, (B)
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say, (A)
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!’ (B)
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, (C)
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, (D)
As if by some instinct the wretch did know (C)
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee. (D)
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on, (E)
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, (F)
Which heavily he answers with a groan, (E)
More sharp to me than spurring to his side; (F)
For that same groan doth put this in my mind, (G)
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. (G)
The sonnet has many exact rhythms and is in iambic pentameter. In the first line, the descriptive word ‘heavy’ has a double meaning, being ‘miserablly’ or as if there is someone or something to hold his weight. We see this again in the sixth line ‘dully’ is refers to both his physical and mental slowness. Throughout the sonnet, Shakespeare draws an analogy between himself and the beast in which he is riding. He is also trying to let go of the past and focus on the joys that lie ahead.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, A
ReplyDeleteAnd dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, B
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, A
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: B
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, C
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; D
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, C
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise. D
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, E
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine F
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,' E
Proving his beauty by succession thine! F
This were to be new made when thou art old, G
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. G
In sonnet 2 there is imagery, like when he says “within thine own deep sunken eyes,/Were an all-eating shame. Shakespeare uses the word Beauty quite often, I think that in this sonnet he was trying to get the message across that you can make the outside nice but you can't change the inside. This is in the typical poem format. There is imagery of treasure from line 6. The tone of this sonnet is kind of telling what will happen in this persons life and how he will react to it.
I like this sonnet because it tells the story of a man's life and how he looks good on the outside but doesn't on the inside. it makes me feel bad for this guy because no one understands whats happening on the inside
james kiladis
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