sonnet-Shakespeare.pptx

1. SONNET
"Poetry is the spontaneous
overflow of powerful feelings: it
takes its origin from emotion
recollected in tranquility."
William Wordsworth

2. WHAT IS A SONNET?
The word “sonnet” stems from the Italian
word “sonetto,” which itself derives from
“suono” (meaning “a sound”).
The format created by Giacomo da Lentini
and perfected by Petrarch was adapted by
the English poets of the Elizabethan age.
These poets included Elizabeth Barrett
Browning, John Donne, and the master of the
English sonnet, William Shakespeare.

3. SHAKESPEAREAN
SONNET
• They are fourteen (14) lines long.
• The fourteen lines are divided into four
(4)subgroups.
• The first three subgroups have four lines each,
which makes them “quatrains,” with the second
and fourth lines of each group containing
rhyming words. The rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD
EFEF GG
• The sonnet then concludes with a two-line
subgroup, and these two lines rhyme with each
other.
• There are typically ten syllables per line, which are

4. by William Shakespeare
SONNET 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.

5. by William Shakespeare
SONNET 138
When my lover swears she’s truthful, I believe her
—even though I know she’s lying—
so she’ll think I’m a naive young man,
unaware of the world’s tricks.
I foolishly pretend she sees me as young,
even though she knows I’m past my prime.
I accept her lies without question,
and in return, we both hide the truth.
But why won’t she admit she’s unfaithful?
And why don’t I admit I’m old?
Because love thrives on pretending to trust one another
, and aging lovers don’t want to be reminded of their age.
So I lie with her, and she lies with me
—our flaws are hidden, and we comfort each other with lies.

6. by William Shakespeare
SONNET 130
My lover’s eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lip’s red.
If snow is white, then her skin is a dull brown;
if hair is like wires, then black wires grow on her head.
I’ve seen red-and-white roses,
but I don’t see those colors in her cheeks.
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her talk, but well I know
music sounds far more pleasing.
I admit I’ve never seen a goddess walk
my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, I swear, I think my love is as rare
as any she belied with false compared.

7. by William Shakespeare
SONNET 18
Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?
You are more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds shake the darling buds of May,
and summer doesn’t last long enough.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and its golden face is often hidden by clouds.
Everything beautiful eventually loses its beauty,
either by chance or by the natural course of time.
But your eternal beauty will never fade,
nor will you lose the beauty you now possess.
Death will never claim you,
because you will live forever in these immortal
lines of poetry. As long as people breathe and
eyes can see,