Notes on Shkespeare's Sonnet 14?
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Here's an analysis of it, and also a modern day English version.  I hope it helps.\n\nI like Shakespeare's work, but I understand how anyone can have difficulty with it.
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Edgar Allen Poe's Lenore:\n\nLenore\n\n   Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!\n   Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;\n   And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!\n   See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!\n   Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-\n   An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-\n   A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.\n\n   "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,\n   And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!\n   How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung\n   By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue\n   That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"\n\n   Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song\n   Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.\n   The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,\n   Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy\n        bride.\n   For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,\n   The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes\n   The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.\n\n   "Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-\n   From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-\n   From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of\n        Heaven!\n   Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,\n   Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!\n   And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,\n   But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"
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Wow, very beautiful and powerful.  I particularly love the first 3 lines as well as the lines about sending peace and love, but little hate or envy.  \n\nKeep on writing!  :)
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May be at wikipedia.com and type in ..........poem
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In this sonnet, I think Keats is saying that, if he has to live alone, then he'd rather spend his time in the country than in the city. That's the literal meaning. The poem itself is more complicated. It's hugely ironic that he is addressing solitude as though it were a human being (the address to an inanimate object or quality is called "apostrophe," considering Solitude to be like a human companion is "personification"). The irony is that Solitude doesn't make ideal company, if company is what you're after.\n\nHe knows this and says that he'll be happy to share the experience of the beauty of the forest with Solitude, but he's rather have "the sweet converse of an innocent mind"; namely, he's rather spend his time with the young woman he loves, and report back to Solitude. Better yet, Keats thinks that the greatest joy would be for his lover and himself to flee the wide world and escape into the "haunts" of Solitude; that he and his love could be alone together in the beautiful (bucolic) landscape he imagines.\n\nRemember, the poem isn't just about what it means on the surface, though. It's an interplay between that superficial narrative and the sound - the rhythm, rhyme, and all the patterns English.\n\nI hope this gives you some basic insight into the poem. It's by no means the last word on it, though. You should really read it very carefully over and over again. Try memorizing it. If you know it well enough to recite it, you'll begin to understand its meaning a lot better than anyone can explain it to you. Believe it or not, you'll even be able to write a better paper about it, because you'll KNOW it from your own perspective. Keats's language can connect to all the other stuff in your mind that makes up your experience.\n\n(That's "dwell," by the way. And "Keats's.")
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This is 19 lines, but it is a great poem and a fantastic oral presentation!  Good luck!\n\n \nDylan Thomas. Funny-looking chap, but chicks dug him. \nDo not go gentle into that good night,\nOld age should burn and rave at close of day; \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nThough wise men at their end know dark is right, \nBecause their words had forked no lightning they \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGood men, the last wave by, crying how bright \nTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nWild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, \nAnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \n\n\nGrave men, near death, who see with blinding sight \nBlind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nAnd you, my father, there on the sad height, \nCurse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. \nDo not go gentle into that good night. \nRage, rage against the dying of the light. \n\n\nDylan Thomas, 1951 or 1952 \n\n\nA Villanelle is a 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes, with the first and third lines of the first tercet repeated alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain. The word is French, derived from Italian villanella, the feminine of villanello, rustic; from villano, peasant; from Vulgar Latin villanus; from Latin villa, a country house. \n\n"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle. Five tercets are followed by a quatrain, with the first and last line of the stanza repeated alternately as the last line of the subsequent stanzas and gathered into a couplet at the end of the quatrain. And all this on only two rhymes. Thomas further compounds his difficulty by having each line contain 10 syllables".
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Good use of symbols. I like how line 2 fits with the last two lines, it brings unity to the poem. Towards the end I think I got a little bit of a glimpse of what the poem might be about, but ultimately I feel like the message is hidden from me. It seems the third- and fourth-to-last lines are the culmination of the poem; is it possible to reword some of the earlier lines so as the reader can share what you're feeling when they reach the end?\n\nRegarding parenthesis: as long as you know what they mean then they're fine.
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This poem has more than 4 lines, but it is the neatest poem I have seen about the English language.\n\nWhen the English tongue we speak\nWhy is break not rhymed with freak?\nWill you tell me why it’s true\nWe say sew, but likewise few?\nAnd the maker of a verse,\nCannot rhyme his horse with worse?\nBeard is not the same as heard,\nCord is different from word,\nCow is cow, but low is low,\nShoe is never rhymed with foe.\nThink of hose and dose and lose,\nAnd think of goose and yet of choose,\nThink of comb and tomb and bomb,\nDoll and roll and home and some.\nAnd since pay is rhymed with say,\nWhy not paid with said I pray?\nThink of blood and food and good;\nMould is not pronounced like could.\nWherefore done, but gone and lone -\nIs there any reason known?\nTo sum up all, it seems to me\nSounds and letters don’t agree.
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One of the main ways the poem speaks' (the Diction?) is through the rhythm. It is slow and unhurried like the footsteps of the people carrying Sir John and like the drum beat at a funeral.  Otherwise there isn't a lot of imagery.  There is the 'struggling moonlight' perhaps an image of their own struggle in Battle.  The words are all short and clear, like a soldiers, and like his own funeral with no pomp though he was a hero.
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A sonnet is a poem consisting of two quartets and two tercets (verses of four and three lines each) composed either entirely of alexandrins or of decasyllables (each line must have either twelve or ten syllables). the rhyme structure is also set:\nABBA, ABBA, CCD, DED (or EED) \nor ABAB, ABAB, CCD, DED\nThis notation represents the last sound in each line, e.g.\na poem where the ending words are\nlay\nmight\nwrite\nstay\nhas an ABBA rhyme scheme.\neach new sound has its own letter assinged to it. \nthe following is one of the most famous sonnets of all time, by an equally famous poet\n \nShall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?\nWilliam Shakespeare \n\nShall I compare thee to a summer's day?\nThou art more lovely and more temperate:\nRough winds do shake the darling buds of May,\nAnd summer's lease hath all too short a date:\n\nSometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,\nAnd often is his gold complexion dimmed;\nAnd every fair from fair sometimes declines,\nBy chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;\n\nBut thy eternal summer shall not fade,\nNor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;\nNor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,\n\nWhen in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:\nSo long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,\nSo long lives this, and this gives life to thee.\n\nas you can see the poem is composed in alexandrins and its rhyme structure is ABAB, CDCD, EFE, FGG\nVolumes upon volumes could and  have been written about the sonnet, its beauty, its appeal and its deeper meaning, but I only feel adequate to discuss its basic mechanics
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'An Insomniac's Plea': Sonnet 39 Modernised\n"Come, Sleep. The Sleep that means real rest,\nThat can stir the imagination or ease troubles,\nIgnoring who we are in  (daytime) life;\nGuard me with your strong shield from the attack of Despair;\nStop my inner strife;\nI'll pay your price, if you do.\nIf you demand, take away my soft pillows and bed, the quiet, dark room - take it all.\nAnd if that's not enough for you,\nThen you'll see me as if I were Stella!"\n\nNot sure of his imagery/lady-friends. You'll need to check symbolism of "Stella" and maybe replace with what it meant to him.\n\nHope it helps.
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Despite about 25 minutes of searching I haven't been able to find this poem.  Could you call or e-mail someone you know who has to do the same assignment and possibly get the poem that way?  \n\nThese sites may be of some help to you.  My only other advice would be to get to a bookstore in your area if there is one and you might find it there.  Best of luck with it.
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Check CliffsNotes.com or SparkNotes.com, sorry I couldn't be more help
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That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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He is talking about the truest form of love, the union between two souls, spiritual union.  Check out the website I've attached.  It will take you through the poem line by line, explaining it.\n\nGood luck with it.  I've always found John Donne's poetry a bit heavy for me.
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Okay, it doesn't end with those exact words, but this is what I found:\n\nhttp://www.poetrybycharlescfinn.com/pleasehear.html
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It would help if you post the poem or a link to the poem.