can someone give me a pharaphrase of sonnet 29?
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SONNET 29 PARAPHRASE \nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, When I've run out of luck and people look down on me, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state All alone I lament my fate as an outcast* \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And pray to heaven but my cries go unheard \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate, And look at myself, cursing my fate, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope, Wishing I were like one* who had more hope in life \nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Wishing I looked like him; wishing I were surrounded by friends, \nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope, I desire this man's art and that man's range*, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; I am least contented with what I used to enjoy most. \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising, But in this mood almost despising myself, \nHaply I think on thee, and then my state, I think of you and then my state of sadness \nLike to the lark at break of day arising Like the lark at the break of day, rises \nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; From the gloomy earth and I sing hyms to heaven; \nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings For thinking of your love brings such happiness to mind \nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. That then I would not change my state with kings.
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Tis now the very witching time of night,\nWhen churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out\nContagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,\nAnd do such bitter business as the day\nWould quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother.\nO heart, lose not thy nature; let not ever\nThe soul of Nero enter this firm bosom:\nLet me be cruel, not unnatural:\nI will speak daggers to her, but use none;\nMy tongue and soul in this be hypocrites;\nHow in my words soever she be shent,\nTo give them seals never, my soul, consent!\n\nUnfortunately for everyone, he is about to do just that. (by stabbing Polonius.) He says that he'll keep his temper and not hurt his mother physically but does just the opposite thats the irony
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Here:\n\nhttp://www.bernardsboe.com/Cedar-Hill/Linked_pages/grade4/warquotes.htm
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Sure, but you're question is a bit vague. What, specifically, do you want to know? I can type out the entire poem for you, if that's what you need.
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sonnet\nhaiku\nlimerick\nballad\nsestina \nfree verse\nanogram\nCinquain\nepic
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try a few lyrics u can remember. in a search engine, followed by "lyrics".luck!
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Betrayal\n  \n If a man says half himself in the light, adroit\nWay a tune shakes into equilibrium,\nOr approximates to a note that never comes:\n\nSays half himself in the way two pencil-lines\nFlow to each other and softly separate,\nIn the resolute way plane lifts and leaps from plane:\n\nWho knows what intimacies our eyes may shout,\nWhat evident secrets daily foreheads flaunt,\nWhat panes of glass conceal our beating hearts?\n\n\nA.S.J. Tessimond\n\nhere's a site for classic betrayal poetry by classic poets:\nhttp://www.eliteskills.com/classics.php
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Here is help from http://www.vsg.edu.au/samples/poetry/npsample.htm\nI will not do your homework, but hope this helps, \n\nExtended Metaphor Poems\n\nRead the following poem:\n \n\nBat\n\nMy son is a bat.\nHis eyes blink when darkness comes.\nHis body stirs with life.\nHis limbs gorge with blood\nas he sets out through the cave of night\nhis roof the stars\nthe moon a big white eye watching.\nAttracted by the false lights\nhe mingles with his batty friends\nweaving in and out of nightclubs\nendless parties\neach other’s places\ntill sensing the sudden ebb\nof darkness\nhe flutters home\na cloaked Dracula\nto the hollow of his room\nwhere he will sleep all day.\n\nIn this poem I’ve compared my son to a bat -- not by using ‘like’ or ‘as’ but saying he is a bat ; where you say one thing is something else [ " the sun is a yellow beach ball " ] you are using a metaphor.\n\nNow when you explore that metaphor -- the ways my son is a bat or the sun a yellow beach ball you are extending the metaphor.\n\nA student I taught wrote this poem about her mother:\n\n        My Mum\n\n        My mum is a general.\n        She stalks through the house\n        telling me what to do.\n        She then sleeps throughout the night.\n        But when she wakes up.....\n        her medals clanking, stars shining\n        & roars us to attention\n        she barks orders as she charges\n        through the house:\n        " Lisa, do the dishes ! "\n        " Lisa, clean your room ! "\n        then crawls back to her bedroom\n        while we, her dutiful soldiers\n        carry out her orders.\n\nTask 1\n\n    * if Lisa truly followed the pattern of Bat what might she have called her poem ?\n    * which title is better ? why do you think ?\n    * what additional thing did Lisa put in her poem that isn’t in Bat ?\n\nNow here is another poem written by a student of mine:\n\n        My Brother\n\n        My brother is a killer whale.\n        He is huge and scary\n        with tatts, long hair & beard.\n        But underneath he is meek\n        spending time in the garden\n        and around the house\n        socialising with the ones\n        he loves\n        giving my cousins rides\n        upon his back.\n        Truly he is more dolphin than killerwhale.\n\nTASK 2\n\n    * where Lisa’s poem added dialogue to the model of Bat what change to the model does Linda make ?\n    * do any of these three poems remind you of anyone ?\n\nTASK 3\n\n    * Now it is your turn to write.\n\n        * Choose someone you know -- a family friend, a relative, a teacher, a student, a celebrity, a cartoon character.\n        * Write down a one line opener.\n        * Then extend the metaphor by describing in what ways your person is like the object you’ve compared them to.\n        * If, for example, your little brother is real timid you might put down:\n          ‘My little brother is a mouse....’\n          then go on to describe how he is timid.\n\nPerhaps you might like to try an extended metaphor poem on an object rather than a person. How might you go about it? The next poem shows you a way:\nBath\n\nA boat-shaped vessel with room\nfor one ; when you\n\nclamber into a bath, you are\ncaptain, crew, passenger\n\nrolled into one --- yet baths\nrequire no special skills\n\nnor do they stand on ceremony ;\nin this they are like\n\nsome beaches -- dress is entirely\noptional ; entering a bath\n\nyou enter a topsy turvy world\nwhere water fills the craft not\n\nsurrounds it -- though baths will\nnever sink ; head back, you\n\nsettle down but are going nowhere---\nbaths have no destinations\n\nnor sails and are permanently in\ndry dock -- yet people\n\nhave been known to drift off\nin baths emerging\n\nrosy skinned and luminous as if\nfresh from a voyage.\nimage359.gif (2786 bytes)\n\nTASK 4\n\n    * choose a common household object or appliance --- a shower would be a good one, or a fridge -- and do an extended metapho
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I agree that <http://www.100words.net/entry/read_member_batch.cfm?entry_member=Laura%20A%20Hill&entry_batch=November&entry_year=2003> is the only site that talks about this poem.  Don't try pinkmonkey.com and the other sites.  I couldn't find the poem comments in their results.
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try lyricsmansion.com
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http://www.poemsforfree.com/thanpo.html\n\nBrowse their selection and pick the one best suited for your situation.
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I have a few quotes that I really like.\n\n"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"  Elenor Roosevelt\n\n"Presence is more than just being there"  Malcolm Forbes\n\n"The only genuine love worthy of a name is unconditional."  John Powell\n\n\nHope these are helpful!  Congrats, and Good Luck
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Love\nThen said Almitra, speak to us of Love.\nAnd he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: \nWhen love beckons to you , follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. \nAnd when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.\nAnd when he speaks to you believe in him,\nThough his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.\nFor even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. \nEven as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.\n\nLike sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.\nHe threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks.\nHe grinds you to whiteness. \nHe kneads you until you are pliant; \nAnd then he assign you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.\nAll these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become fragment of Life’s heart.\n\nBut if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, \nThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,\nInto the seasonless world there you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your treas.\nLove gives naught but itself and take naught but from itself.\nLove possesses not nor would it be possessed;\nFor love is sufficient unto love.\nWhen you love you should not say God is in my heart\nAnd think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.\nLove has not other desire but to fulfil itself.\nBut if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:\nTo melt and belike a running brook that sings its melody to the night.\nTo know the pain of too much tenderness.\nAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully .\nTo wake at dawn with a winged heard and give thanks for another day of loving;\nTo rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;\nTo return home at eventide with gratitude;\nAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.\n\nFrom book THE PROPHET BY KAHLIL GIBRAN
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The classic petrarchan sonnet by John Miltion:\n\nOn His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three\n\nHow soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, \nStolen on his wing my three and twentieth year! \nMy hasting days fly on with full career, \nBut my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. \nPerhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, \nThat I to manhood am arrived so near, \nAnd inward ripeness doth much less appear, \nThat some more timely-happy spirits indu'th. \nYet be it less or more, or soon or slow, \nIt shall be still in strictest measure even \nTo that same lot, however mean or high, \nToward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven. \nAll is, if I have grace to use it so, \nAs ever in my great Task-master's eye.
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A Quote from the movie Educating Rita starring Michael Caine and Julie Walters:\n\nAssonance is a poem that doesnt rhyme
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God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this.\nLet me straighten after pain, as a tree straightens after the rain,\nShining and lovely again. \nGod, make me brave for life; much braver than this. \nAs the blown grass lifts, let me rise \nFrom sorrow with quiet eyes,\nKnowing Thy way is wise.\nGod, make me brave, life brings\nSuch blinding things. \nHelp me to keep my sight;\nHelp me to see aright \nThat out of dark comes light. \n\n\nAuthor Unknown  \n \nSerenity Prayer     \n \n\n\nGod grant me the serenity\nto accept the things I cannot change; \ncourage to change the things I can; \nand wisdom to know the difference. \nLiving one day at a time; \nenjoying one moment at a time; \naccepting hardships as the pathway to peace; \ntaking, as He did, this sinful world\nas it is, not as I would have it; \ntrusting that He will make all things right\nif I surrender to His Will; \nthat I may be reasonably happy in this life\nand supremely happy with Him\nforever in the next. \nAmen. \n\n\nReinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971)  \n \nPrayer for Those With Chronic Illness     \n \n\n\nDear Lord, please help all those with chronic illnesses. We suffer more than people see on the outside and have lost the faith at times. Help us hold up to the daily struggle of living. \n\n\nBeliefnet member lynn3014  |  Source: Beliefnet prayer circle
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The definiton is so vague that the closet thing i could think of that you maybe looking for that suites this question is the \n\nHippocratic Oath\n\n\nI swear by Apollo the physician, by Æsculapius, Hygeia, and Panacea, and I take to witness all the gods, all the goddesses, to keep according to my ability and my judgement, the following Oath.\n\nTo consider dear to me as my parents him who taught me this art; to live in common with him and if necessary to share my goods with him; To look upon his children as my own brothers, to teach them this art if they so desire without fee or written promise; to impart to my sons and the sons of the master who taught me and the disciples who have enrolled themselves and have agreed to the rules of the profession, but to these alone the precepts and the instruction.\n\nI will prescribe regimens for the good of my patients according to my ability and my judgment and never do harm to anyone.\n\nTo please no one will I prescribe a deadly drug nor give advice which may cause his death.\n\nNor will I give a woman a pessary to procure abortion.\n\nBut I will preserve the purity of my life and my art.\n\nI will not cut for stone, even for patients in whom the disease is manifest; I will leave this operation to be performed by practitioners, specialists in this art.\n\nIn every house where I come I will enter only for the good of my patients, keeping myself far from all intentional ill-doing and all seduction and especially from the pleasures of love with women or with men, be they free or slaves.\n\nAll that may come to my knowledge in the exercise of my profession or in daily commerce with men, which ought not to be spread abroad, I will keep secret and will never reveal.\n\nIf I keep this oath faithfully, may I enjoy my life and practice my art, respected by all men and in all times; but if I swerve from it or violate it, may the reverse be my lot."