莎士比亞十四行詩課件

1、The SonnetA sonnet isa lyric poemconsisting of fourteen lineswritten in iambic pentameterwith a definite rime schemeand a definite thought structureA lyric poemDeals with emotions, feelingsIambic pentameter consists offive measures, units, or meters, ofiambsIambic pentameter U / U / U / U / U /One d

2、ay I wrote her name u pon the strand, U / U / U / U / U /But came the waves and wash ed it a way: U / U / U / U / U /A gain I wrote it with a sec ond hand, U / U / U / U / U /But came the tide, and made my pains his preyEdmund Spenser, Amoretti, Sonnet 75 1 2 3 4 5Rime schemePetrarchan (Italian) （彼特

3、拉克）rime scheme: abba, abba, cd, cd, cd abba, abba, cde, cdeShakespearean (English, or Elizabethan) rime scheme:abab, cdcd, efef, ggSonnet 18Shall I compare thee to a summers day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short

4、 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 natures changing course untrimmed:But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst,Nor shall death brag thou wanderst i

5、n his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growst,So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.ABABCdCDEFEFGGSonnet 29When in disgrace with fortune and mens eyesI all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And

6、 look upon myself, and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,Desiring this mans art, and that mans scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

7、Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heavens gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings. The diction of the octave implies the speakers self-pity and depression.The sestets diction, in conrast, is joyful.

8、Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.In me thou seest the twilight of such dayAs after sunset fadeth in the west;Which by and by black night do

9、th take away,Deaths second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,Consumd with that which it was nourishd by.This thou perceivst, which makes thy love more strong,To love that well, w

10、hich thou must leave ere long. 1st QuatrainYear - Fall2nd Quatrain Day - Twilight3rd QuatrainFire - Coals“This” is ll.1-12Sonnet 73The speaker isPart of life livedThe whole of lifein the fall of his lifethe spring and summerthe yearin the twilight of the daythe morning and noonthe dayIn the glowing

11、coalsThe ashes of youthhourQ1Q2Q3YearDay HourTime is rapidly shortening.That time is running out is what the beloved perceives.But words came halting forth, wanting inventions stay ;Invention, natures child, fled step-dame Studys blows,And others feet still seemed but strangers in my way.Thus, great

12、 with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write. / U / / U /Plea sure might cause her read, / U / / U / read ing might make her knowTrochee: / U Spondee: / /The UnsonnetLoving in truth, and fain in v

13、erse my love to show,That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain,Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe ;Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain, Oft turning o

14、thers leaves to see if thence would flowSome fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burned brain.But words came halting forth, wanting inventions stay ;Invention, natures child, fled step-dame Studys blows,And others feet still seemed but strangers in my way.Thus, great with child to speak, and help

15、less in my throes,Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella, Sonnet 1The SonnetNow its your turn. Write an original sonnet, following the Petrarchan or Shakespearean style. A sonnet can be helpful when writing about emotions that are difficult to articulate. It is a short poem, so there is only so much room to work in. As well, the turn forces the poet to ex