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Petrarch and Beyond Love It Poetry Analysis T title if applicable what does it indicate P paraphrase put the piece into your own wordswhat do you know What is missing C connotation all literary elements and their impact upon the pieceanalysis ID: 275833

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Slide1

I Renaissance Poetry

Petrarch and BeyondLove It!Slide2

Poetry Analysis

T= title [if applicable, what does it indicate?]

P= paraphrase [put the piece into your own words—what do you know? What is missing?]

C= connotation [all literary elements and their impact upon the piece—analysis]

A= attitude [tone—speaker’s / writer’s feelings about a particular subject]

S= shift [“turn” in a sonnet; where a change in tone, subject, speaker, etc. takes place]

T= title [again: is there a change? Does it matter?]

T= theme [what does the speaker / author want to convey to the reader about the human condition in a given situation? Remember, this is not a cliché]Slide3

Sonnets

14 line lyric

Single stanza

Iambic pentameter line

Intricate rhyme scheme

Often written in narrative sequences—sonnet sequence

Often concerned with love and desire

Diversity of sonnet models Slide4

Italian/Petrarchan Sonnet

Named for Petrarch

2 main units

Octave—eight line section—rhyming

abbaabba

Sestet—six line section—rhyming

cdecde

or variation (e.g.

cdccdc

)

Octave presents problem or poses scenario that is answered or resolved in sestet

Imitated in English by Milton, Wordsworth, and RossettiSlide5

Sonnet Variations

Sir Philip Sidney’s sonnets may

rhyme using:

abba

abba

[or

abab

abab

]

cdcd

ee

Edmund Spenser’s sonnets

may

rhyme using:

abab

bcbc

cdcd

eeSlide6

English Sonnet

Also known as Shakespearean sonnet

Three quatrains (4 line poetic section) with a final couplet

abab

cdcd

efef

gg

Presents three views of perspectives on a problem or scenario with epigrammatic conclusion in final couplet

Flourishes in Renaissance—time of cultural renewal and revival in which classical texts are rediscovered and re-valued Slide7

Poetic features of sonnet

Conceits—yoking together of disparate concepts or images

Metaphor—expression in which one kind of concept or activity is compared or applied to notably distinct kind of concept or activity (e.g. he’s a fox)

Metonymy—literal term for one concept or action is used to denote closely related concept or action (e.g. crown)Slide8

Poetic features of sonnet

Synecdoche—a

part of concept or thing is used to denote the whole of concept or thing (40 head [of cattle])

Petrarchan

conceit—conceits (usually about women, love, and beauty) used in love poems that were original when Petrarch used them but became hackneyed and parodied by later English writersSlide9

Things we see in the sonnet

Antitype—New Testament correlatives to Old Testament Types

Blazon—Poetic technique in which individual (often woman) is imagined or portrayed by partitioning the body into specified metaphors; mock-heraldic description

Bombast—pretentious, verbose, and inflated diction that is notably inappropriate to the matter it signifiesSlide10

Petrarch— “

Soleasi Nel Mio Cor

She ruled in beauty o'er this heart of mine,

A noble lady in a humble home,

And now her time for heavenly bliss has come,

'Tis

I am mortal proved, and she divine.

The soul that all its blessings must resign,

And love whose light no more on earth finds room,

Might rend the rocks with pity for their doom,

Yet none their sorrows can in words enshrine;

They weep within my heart; and ears are deaf

Save mine alone, and I am crushed with care,

And naught remains to me save mournful breath.

Assuredly but dust and shade we are,

Assuredly desire is blind and brief,

Assuredly its hope but ends in deathSlide11

Wyatt pg. 649— “Whoso List to Hunt”

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,

But as for me, alas, I may no more.

The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,

I am of them that farthest cometh behind.

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind

Draw from the deer, but as she

fleeth

afore

Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,

Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,

As well as I may spend his time in vain.

And graven with diamonds in letters plain

There is written, her fair neck round about:

Noli

me

tangere

, for Caesar's I am,

And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. Slide12

Spenser

from Amoretti 985-6 ; “Sonnet 1”

Happy ye leaves when as those lily hands,

Which hold my life in their dead doing might,

Shall handle you and hold in love's soft bands,

Like captives trembling at the victor's sight.

And happy lines on which, with starry light,

Those lamping eyes will deign sometimes to look,

And read the sorrows of my dying sprite,

Written with tears in heart's close bleeding book.

And happy rhymes bathed in the sacred brook

Of Helicon whence she derived is,

When ye behold that angel's blessed look,

My soul's long lacked food, my heaven's bliss.

Leaves, lines, and rhymes seek her to please alone,

Whom if ye please, I care for other none. Slide13

“Sonnet 35” [outside text]

My hungry eyes through greedy

covetize

,

Still to behold the object of their pain,

With no contentment can themselves suffice;

But having pine and having not, complain.

For lacking it, they cannot life sustain;

And having it they gaze on it the more,

In their amazement like Narcissus vain

Whose eyes him starved: so plenty makes me poor.

Yet are mine eyes so filled with the store

Of that fair sight, that nothing else they brook,

But loathe the things which they did like before,

And can no more endure on them to look.

All this world’s glory

seemeth

vain to me,

And all their shows but shadows, saving she. Slide14

page 989 “Sonnet 75”

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away:

Again I wrote it with a second hand,

But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

“Vain man,” said she, “that dost in vain assay

A mortal thing so to immortalize!

For I myself shall like to this decay,

And eek my name be wiped out likewise.”

“Not

so,”quod

I, “let baser things devise

To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:

My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,

And in the heavens write your glorious name;

Where,

whenas

death shall all the world subdue,

Our love shall live, and later life renew.”Slide15

Sidney page 1096–

Astrophil and Stella

72

Desire, though thou my old companion art,

And oft so clings to my pure Love that I

One from the other scarcely can descry,

While each doth blow the fire of my heart,

Now from thy fellowship I needs must part;

Venus is taught with Dian’s wings to fly;

I must no more in thy sweet passions lie;

Virtue’s gold now must head my Cupid’s dart.

Service and honor, wonder with delight,

Fear to offend, will worthy to appear,

Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite:

These things are let me by my only dear;

But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst have all,

Now banished art. But yet alas how shall? Slide16

Shakespeare page 1172— “Sonnet 18”

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion

dimm'd

;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course

untrimm'd

;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou

owest

;

Nor shall Death brag thou

wander'st

in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou

growest

:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee. Slide17

Shakespeare [Take 2] page 1184 “Sonnet 130”

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses

damask'd

, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

   As any she belied with false compare. Slide18

Picture featured in Charles Sorel’s

Extravagant Shepherd

, see page 1001 in

Norton AnthologySlide19

Do not think that sonnets have a lock on the objectification of women. . . .Many carpe diem pieces function specifically to “woo” and label members of the opposite sex. Sometimes, the encouragement is made directly to the women, themselves.Slide20

Carpe Diem

“Seize the Day!” A sentiment that is often used to indicate the fleeting nature of our existence. This can be used in a positive or a negative light—as this indicates hope for something immediate and gratifying, but it also indicates that it does not matter what we do, because it is all transitory—yippee!Slide21

And then there is the text material on

Renaissance Love & Desire pgs. 1000+

(LOVE & DESIRE)Slide22

Thomas Lodge “Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure” pg. 1012

Pluck the fruit and taste the pleasure,  

Youthful

lordings

, of delight;

Whilst occasion gives you seizure,   

Feed your fancies and your sight:     

After death, when you are gone,

        5

    

Joy and pleasure is there none.  

Here on earth nothing is stable,   

Fortune’s changes well are known;

Whilst as youth doth then enable,   

Let your seeds of joy be sown:

        10

    

After death, when you are gone,     

Joy and pleasure is there none.  

Feast it freely with your lovers,   

Blithe and wanton sports do fade,

Whilst that lovely Cupid hovers

        15

  

Round about this lovely shade:     

Sport it freely one to one,     

After death is pleasure none.  

 

Now the pleasant spring

allureth

,   

And both place and time invites:

        20

But, alas, what heart

endureth

  

To disclaim his sweet delights?     

After death, when we are gone,     

Joy and pleasure is there none.Slide23

Thomas Campion “I Care Not for These Ladies” pg. 1018

I care not for these ladies

That must be wooed and prayed:

Give me kind Amaryllis,

The wanton country maid.

Nature art

disdaineth

, 5

Her beauty is her own.

    Her when we court and kiss,      

    She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”

    But when we come where comfort is,

    She never will say no. 10

If I love Amaryllis,

She gives me fruit and flowers:

But if we love these ladies,

We must give golden showers.

Give them gold, that sell love, 15

Give me the nut-brown lass,

    Who, when we court and kiss,

    She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”

    But when we come where comfort is,

    She never will say no. 20

These ladies must have pillows,

And beds by strangers wrought;

Give me a bower of willows,

Of moss and leaves

unbought

,

And fresh Amaryllis, 25

With milk and honey fed;

    Who, when we court and kiss,

    She cries, “Forsooth, let go!”

    But when we come where comfort is,

    She never will say no. 30Slide24

Thomas Campion “There is a Garden in Her Face” pg. 1020

There is a garden in her face

Where roses and white lilies grow;

A

heav'nly

paradise is that place

Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow.

      There cherries grow which none may buy, 5

      Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose

Of orient pearl a double row,

Which when her lovely laughter shows,

They look like rose-buds

fill'd

with snow; 10

      Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,

      Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still,

Her brows like bended bows do stand,

Threat'ning

with piercing frowns to kill 15

All that attempt with eye or hand

      Those sacred cherries to come nigh,

      Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Slide25

Marlowe– “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” page 1126

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or

steepy

mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,

By shallow rivers to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull;

Fair

linèd

slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw, and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs:

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

The

shepherds's

swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning:

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.Slide26

Raleigh– “The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd” 1024

If all the world and love were young,

And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,

These pretty pleasures might me move,

To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,

When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,

And Philomel

becometh

dumb,

The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,

To wayward winter reckoning yields,

A honey tongue, a heart of gall,

Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,

Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies

Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:

In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,

The Coral clasps and amber studs,

All these in me no means can move

To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,

Had joys no date, nor age no need,

Then these delights my mind might move

To live with thee, and be thy love. Slide27

Robert Herrick

“To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time” pg. 1762

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today,

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 5

The higher he’s a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer; 10

0 But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime, 15

You may forever tarry. Slide28

Andrew Marvell “To His Coy Mistress” pg. 1796

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 5

Shouldst

rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews. 10

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine

eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast, 15

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.       20

 

But at my back I always hear

Time’s

wingèd

chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found; 25

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint

honour

turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust; 30

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

       Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires 35

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 40

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Thorough the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun 45

Stand still, yet we will make him run.Slide29

Andrew Marvell’s

“To His Coy Mistress”

Page s 504+Slide30

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 5

Shouldst

rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews. 10

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine

eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast, 15

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.  

20

  Slide31

 

But at my back I always hear Time’s

wingèd

chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found; 25

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint

honour

turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust; 30

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace. Slide32

Now

therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires 35

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 40

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Thorough the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun 45

Stand still, yet we will make him run

.Slide33

Questions

Respond to the following with complete sentences and evidence as needed.

How does Marvell’s piece relate to the Carpe Diem tradition?

Compare & Contrast

How does this piece connect to Marlowe’s work? With Raleigh’s? State a suitable

*

theme connecting all three pieces.

Examine the visual on 506; answer the Critical Viewing question on 507.

*Theme: a universal truth about human behavior in a given situation. Should be written as a complete statement.