The analysis of a Shakespearean sonnet

1. The analysis of a Shakespearean sonnet I find the central metaphor of the shakespearean sonnet is INNER beauty against OUTER beauty. The metaphor in this sonnet is posed as a negative It is resolved by beauty isnt just for the youth, beauty is in your succesion, in other words beauty is inside us. I really like this sonnet, the reason I like this sonnet is it was made to show to all of us that no matter either way every single one of us has beauty no matter what anyone says. The reason I believe the metaphor is INNER beauty against OUTTER beauty is in the sonnet he/she states “Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies, where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes” that to me means they are asking where his/her beauty is and he/she is saying that is in there eyes or inside of them II. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mineShall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'Proving his beauty by succession thine!This were to be new made when thou art old,And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

2. The analysis of a petrarchan sonnet 134. I find no peace, and have no arms for war, and fear and hope, and burn and yet I freeze, and fly to heaven, lying on earth's floor, and nothing hold, and all the world I seize. My jailer opens not, nor locks the door, nor binds me to hear, nor will loose my ties; Love kills me not, nor breaks the chains I wear, nor wants me living, nor will grant me ease. I have no tongue, and shout; eyeless, I see;I long to perish, and I beg for aid;I love another, and myself I hate. Weeping I laugh, I feed on misery,by death and life so equally dismayed:for you, my lady, am I in this state. The central metaphor of this sonnet is unrequited love, he loves someone that does not love him back. The metaphor of this sonnet is posed as a negative This poem is kind of a really sad story, idont really like it that much, I would rather a much happier sonnet.

3. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now, Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,Where all the treasure of thy lusty days; To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,‘ Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. A B A B C D C D E F E F G G

4. A B A B A C D B E F G H F G . I find no peace, and have no arms for war, and fear and hope, and burn and yet I freeze, and fly to heaven, lying on earth's floor, and nothing hold, and all the world I seize. My jailer opens not, nor locks the door, nor binds me to hear, nor will loose my ties; Love kills me not, nor breaks the chains I wear, nor wants me living, nor will grant me ease. I have no tongue, and shout; eyeless, I see; I long to perish, and I beg for aid; I love another, and myself I hate. Weeping I laugh, I feed on misery, by death and life so equally dismayed: for you, my lady, am I in this state.