SONNET

Shakespearean and Petrarchan

SONNET
A14-line iambic pentameter
poem.
RHYTHM, FEET and METER
 RHYTHM:
the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in
a line.
 *POETIC FOOT
unit of meter (two or three syllables.
 METER:
the number and pattern of feet in a line.
RHYTHM, FEET and METER
 RHYTHM:
the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in
a line.
 POETIC FOOT
unit of meter (two or three syllables.
 METER:
the number and pattern of feet in a line.
Scansion
 the act of scanning, or analyzing poetry in terms of its
rhythmic components
 the graphic representation, indicated by marked
accents, feet, etc., of the rhythm of a line or lines of
verse
FEET
 *Iambic- two syllable (1 unstressed syllable +
1 stressed syllable)

1. That time /of year/ thou mayst/ in me

/behold’
2. The morns/ are mee/ker than /they were/,
The nuts/ are get/ ting brown
FEET
 *Trochee- a stressed syllable followed by
an unstressed syllable
1. Twinkle/, twinkle/ little/ star
How I/ wonder /what you/ are.
2. Come on, baby, light my fire.
Try to set the night on fire.
FEET
*Anapest-three syllables (2
unstressed syllables + 1 stressed
one)

There was / an Old Man / with a beard,

Who said, "It is just / as I feared!
FEET

three syllables (1 stressed + 2

 Dactyl:
unstressed)

Ex. Half a league, / half a league,

Half a league / onward,
All in the / valley of / Death
FEET
 Spondee: foot contains two stressed
syllables

Ex. Cry, cry! Troy burns,or else let

Helen go.”
METER
 Monometer     one foot        
 Dimeter    two feet          
 Trimeter    three feet          
 Tetrameter     four feet          
 Pentameter   five feet
 Hexameter     six feet
 Heptameter   seven feet
 Octameter     eight feet
SONNET
A 14-line iambic pentameter poem.

Shall I compare thee to

A sum mer’s day.

 Shakespearean Petrarchan
3Quatrains,1 1 Octave , 1
Couplet sestet
ABAB CDCD EFEF ABBAABBA
GG (Octave)
CDECDE, CDCCDC
Turn (9th or 13th (sestet)
line) Volta- 9th line
 ON HIS BLINDNESS ( Petrarchan Sonnet)
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-labour, light
denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God
doth not need
Either man’s 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 o’er land and ocean
without rest;
They also serve who only stand
and wait.”
 Sonnet 18 (Shakespearean Sonnet )
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? But thy eternal summer shall not
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: fade,
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Nor lose possession of that fair thou
May, ow’st;
And summer’s lease hath all too short a Nor shall death brag thou wander’st
date; in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven grow’st:
shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime
   So long as men can breathe or eyes
declines, can see,
By chance or nature’s changing course    So long lives this, and this gives
untrimm'd; life to thee