Renaissance Poetry. What is a sonnet? - lines - Iambic pentameter. o Iamb: beats per foot ( syllable followed by. syllable) o Penta: feet per line

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1 Renaissance Poetry What is a sonnet? - lines - Iambic pentameter o Iamb: beats per foot ( syllable followed by syllable) o Penta: feet per line o beats per line - A followed by an Three types of sonnets - Petrarchan a.k.a. o What to look for: Rhyme Scheme: Turn (shift in ): - Spenserian o What to look for: Rhyme Scheme: Turn: - Shakespearean a.k.a. o What to look for: Rhyme Scheme: Turn:

2 2 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 owest, 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.

3 3 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 damasked, 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. What is a conceit? How does the speaker poke fun at them?

4 4 Sonnet 30 My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved 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 power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. What is a paradox? What paradoxes can you find in this sonnet?

5 5 What is response poetry? What does carpe diem mean? What is its literal and metaphorical meaning? The Passionate Shepherd to His Love By Christopher Marlowe Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs, And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning. If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me, and be my love. The Nymph s Reply to the Shepherd By Sir Walter Raleigh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grown cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy s spring, but sorrow s fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies. Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.

6 6 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time By Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he s a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he s to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Christopher Marlowe. The Nymph s Reply to the Shepherd Sir Walter Raleigh

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And