SONNETS

How Do I Love Thee

(by Elizabeth Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every days Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Introduction to Sonnets
Originated from Italy. Derived from the Italian word little song Sonetto meaning ____________. Types of sonnets: Italian __________ or Petrarchan Sonnet English __________ or Shakespearean Sonnet

Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet

(i) Form: 14 line poem

Octet

Sestet

How Do I Love Thee

(by Elizabeth Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every days Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Octet
Presents theme Raises issue or doubt

Sestet
Begins with a turn Releases tension built up in the octet

Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet

(ii) Rhyme Scheme
Octet: abba abba / abba cddc

Sestet: xy xy xy / xyz xyz

How Do I Love Thee

(by Elizabeth Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every days Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

a b b a a b b a x y x y x y

Italian or Petrarchan Sonnet

(iii) Basic Meter
Iambic pentameter Each line consists of 10 syllables following the pattern of unstressed syllable - stressed syllable Sounds like heartbeat:
da- DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM

Eg. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Activity: Sonnet Puzzle

Consider:
Form
Rhyme Scheme
Octet: abba abba / abba cddc Sestet: xy xy xy / xyz xyz

When you are done:

Mount the sonnet strips onto the cardboard.
On the cardboard:
Identify the form and interpret the meaning of the sonnet based on the form. Write out the rhyme scheme. Provide an example of the meter using any line of the sonnet. Underline the stressed syllable.

Basic Meter Logical flow

When I Consider How My Night Is Spent

(by John Milton )

When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either mans work or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed, And post oer land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.

When I Consider How My Night Is Spent

(by John Milton )

When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either mans work or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed, And post oer land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.

Octet

Sestet

When I Consider How My Night Is Spent

(by John Milton )

When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either mans work or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed, And post oer land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.

a b b a a b b a x y z x y z

Exit Passport
Write down:
2 things that you have learnt from this lesson 1 thing which you would like to clarify