SONNETS
RHYME The repetition of accented vowel sounds and all sounds following them in words that are close together in the poem. End rhyme occurs at the ends of the line Rhyme scheme the pattern of rhymed lines in a poem
SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET Iambic pentameter A line of poetry made up of five iambs. An iamb is a measure consisting of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable Quatrain A four line stanza or poem or a group of four lines unified by a rhyme scheme Couplet Two consecutive lines of poetry that rhyme **Do not worry about what word is emphasized or not, just know there are 10 syllables in each line**
IAMBIC PENTAMETER Let's break it down: An iamb is a metrical foot that consists of an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed one dadum. Penta- means five. Meter refers to a regular rhythmic pattern in poetry. So iambic pentameter is a kind of rhythmic pattern that consists of five iambs per line, almost like five heartbeats: dadum dadum dadum dadum dadum. Let's try it out on the first line of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: If music be the food of love, play on.
THE SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET Has fourteen lines in iambic pentameter Sonnet is divided into three quatrains and a couplet Rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg Third quatrain is the turn a shift in focus or thought Couplet is often a second turn of great impact, a final summary, or explanation of previous lines
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 dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
SONNET 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
THE WORLD BY BRAD PAISLEY To the teller down at the bank You're just another checking account To the plumber that came today You're just another house At the airport ticket counter You're just another fare At the beauty shop at the mall Well you're just another head of hair Well that's alright, that's ok If you don't feel important, honey All I've got to say is [Chorus] To the world You may be just another girl But to me Baby, you are the world To the waiter at the restaurant You're just another tip To the guy at the ice cream shop You're just another dip When you can't get reservations 'Cause you don't have the clout Or you didn't get an invitation 'Cause somebody left you out That's alright, that's ok When you don't feel important honey All I've got to say is [Repeat chorus] You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me When you wonder if you matter, baby look into my eyes And tell me, can't you see you're everything to me That's alright, that's ok When you don't feel important honey All I've gotta say is
SPENCER Considered himself a poet. Spent several years in Ireland in the service of the English government. Spent time with Sir Walter Raleigh collaborating and traveling. Best known for his piece The Faerie Queene.
DEFINITIONS FOR SONNET 30 Paradox - An apparent contradiction that is somehow true. Conceit A fanciful and elaborate figure of speech that makes a surprising connection between two seemingly dissimilar things.
SONNET 30 My love is like to ice, and I to fire: how comes it then that this her cold so great is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire, but harder grows, the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not delayed by her heart frozen cold, but that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told that fire, which all thing melts, should harden ice: and ice which is congealed with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the pow'r of love in gentle mind that it can alter all the course of kind.