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What is a Sonnet?. Italian form of poetry 14 lines with strict pattern Has a flow of stressed unstressed syllables Rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg. “When I have fears that I may cease to be” by John Keats
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What is a Sonnet? • Italian form of poetry • 14 lines with strict pattern • Has a flow of stressed unstressed syllables • Rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg
“When I have fears that I may cease to be” by John Keats When I have fears that I may cease to be (A)Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, (B)Before high piled books, in charact’ry, (A)Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain; (B)When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, (C)Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, (D)And think that I may never live to trace (C)Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; (D)And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! (E)That I shall never look upon thee more, (F)Never have relish in the faery power (E)Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore (F)Of the wide world I stand alone, and think (G)Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. (G)
Shakespeare's "Sonnet 116", Let me not to the marriage of true minds (a)Admit impediments, love is not love (b)*Which alters when it alteration finds, (a)Or bends with the remover to remove. (b)*O no, it is an ever fixèd mark (c)**That looks on tempests and is never shaken; (d)***It is the star to every wand'ring bark, (c)**Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. (d)***Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks (e)Within his bending sickle's compass come, (f)*Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (e)But bears it out even to the edge of doom: (f)*If this be error and upon me proved, (g)*I never writ, nor no man ever loved. (g)*
Mother’s Day Necklace Amanda C She was just born and my grandmother sighed,The necklace I had given her was not there yet,That day my grandmother was full of pride,It was a day she will never forget, She was last of three girls to be born,As she went from middle school to high school,She learned to drive and finally blew a horn,Graduation meant not another rule, As time went further along she got married,At the hospital a baby girl lay,The same girl grew up and her age varied,Her necklace did arrive last Mother´s Day, This day in May is like no other,To celebrate such a lovely mother.
The Silken Tent • Robert Frost She is as in a field a silken tentAt midday when the sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent,So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole,That is its pinnacle to heavenwardAnd signifies the sureness of the soul,Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely boundBy countless silken ties of love and thoughtTo every thing on earth the compass round,And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer airIs of the slightest bondage made aware.
Here are the rules: • It must consist of 14 lines. • It must be written in iambic pentameter (duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH-duh-DUH). (iambic pentameter is just the “big word” for stressed and unstressed syllables) • It must be written in one of various standard rhyme schemes. • a • b • a • b • c • d • c • d • e • f • e • f • g • g