Line Recognition and Sonnet Identification for Test Flashcards
Sonnet with rhyme scheme: A B B A B B A C D D C E E
petrarchan/italian
Italian/petrarchan sonnet has turn at line ….
and question from lines … to …, known as the … and resolution from lines … to …, known as the …
9; 1-8; octave; 9-14; sestet
Sonnet with rhyme schem: A B A B B C B C C D C D E E
spenserean sonnet
Spenserean sonnet has turn at line …, problem occurs from lines …. to …
resolution occurs from lines … to …
13; 1-12; 13-14
Sonnet with rhyme scheme: A B A B C D C D E F E F G G
Shakespearean/ English
Shakesperean has turn at line …, has … questions, a different one in each …, has … resolution from lines … and …, and … resolution from lines … to …
9 & 13; 3; quatrain; partial; 9-12; 13-14
author for italian sonnet
wyatt
author for spenserean sonnet
spenser
author for english sonnet
shakespeare
rhyme scheme of petrarchan/italian sonnet
A B B A A B B A C D D C E E
rhyme scheme of spenserean sonnet
A B A B B C B C C D C D E E
rhyme scheme of shakesperean sonnet:
A B A B C D C D E F E F G G
that time of year thou mayst in me behold
shakespeare, sonnet 73
when yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
shakespeare, sonnet 73
upon those boughs which shake against the cold
shakespeare, sonnet 73
bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang
shakespeare, sonnet 73
in me thou see’st the twilight of such day
shakespeare, sonnet 73
as after sunset fadeth in the west
shakespeare, sonnet 73
which by and by black night doth take aweay
shakespeare, sonnet 73
death’s second self, that seals up all in rest
shakespeare, sonnet 73
in me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
shakespeare, sonnet 73
that on the ashes of his youth doth lie
shakespeare, sonnet 73
as the death-bed, whereon it must expire
shakespeare, sonnet 73
consumed with that which it was nourish’d by
shakespeare, sonnet 73
this thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong
shakespeare, sonnet 73
to love that well, which thou must leave ere long
shakespeare, sonnet 73
whoso list to hunt, i know where is an hind
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
but as for me, alas, i may no more
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
the vain travail hath wearied me so sore
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
i am of them that farthest cometh behind
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
yet may i, by no means, my wearied mind
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
fainting i follow. I leave off therefore,
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
since in a net i seek to hold the wind
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
whoso list her hunt, i put him out of doubt
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
as well as I, may spend his time in vain
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
and graven with diamonds in letters plain
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
there is written, her fair neck round about
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
noli me tangere, for caesar’s i am
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
and wild for to hold, though i seem tame
whoso list to hunt, sir thomas wyatt
my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
sonnet 130, shakespeare
coral is far more red, than her lips red
sonnet 130, shakespeare
if snow be white, why then her breasts are dun
sonnet 130, shakespeare
if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head
sonnet 130, shakespeare
i have seen roses damasked, red and white
sonnet 130, shakespeare
but no such roses see I in her cheeks
sonnet 130, shakespeare
and in some perfumes is there more delight
sonnet 130, shakespeare
than in the breath that from my mistress reeks
sonnet 130, shakespeare
i love to hear her speak, yet well i know
sonnet 130, shakespeare
that music hath a far more pleasing sound
sonnet 130, shakespeare
i grant i never saw a goddess go
sonnet 130, shakespeare
my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground
sonnet 130, shakespeare
and yet by heaven, i think my love as rare
sonnet 130, shakespeare
as any she belied with false compare
sonnet 130, shakespeare
my love is like to ice, and i to fire
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
how comes it then that this her cold so great
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
is not dissolved through my so hot desire
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
but harder grows the more I her entreat
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
or how comes it that my exceeding heat
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
but that I burn much more in boiling sweat
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
and feel my flames augmented manifold
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
what more miraculous thing may be told
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
that fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
and ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
should kindle fire by wonderful device
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
such is the power of love in gentle mind
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
that it can alter all the course of kind
sonnet 30 from amoretti, edmund spenser
let me not to the marriage of true minds
sonnet 116, shakespeare
admit impediments. love is not love
sonnet 116, shakespeare
which alters when it alteration finds
sonnet 116, shakespeare
or bends with the remover to remove
sonnet 116, shakespeare
o no! it is an ever-fixed mark
sonnet 116, shakespeare
that looks on tempests and is never shaken
sonnet 116, shakespeare
tempests:
storms
it is the star to every wandering bark
sonnet 116, shakespeare
whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
sonnet 116, shakespeare
love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
sonnet 116, shakespeare
within his bending sickle’s compass come
sonnet 116, shakespeare
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
sonnet 116, shakespeare
but bears it out even to the edge of doom
sonnet 116, shakespeare
if this error and upon me proved
sonnet 116, shakespeare
i never write, nor no man ever loved
sonnet 116, shakespeare
one day i wrote her name upon the strand
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
but came the waves and washed it away
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
again i wrote it with a second hand
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
but came the tide, and made my paines his pray
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
“vaine man,” said she, “that doest in vain assay,”
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
a mortal thing so to immortalize
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
for i myself shall like to this decay
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
and eke my name be wiped out likewise
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
“No so,” quod I, “let baser things devise”
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
my verse your virtues rare shall eternize
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
and in the heavens write your glorious name
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
where whenas death shall all the world subdue
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
our love shall live, and later life renew
sonnet 75, edmund spenser
death be not proud, though some have called thee
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
for those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
from rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
and soonest our best men with thee do go
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
and dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
and poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
and better than thy stroke; why swellest thou then?
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
one short sleep past, we wake eternally
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
and death shall be no more, death thou shalt die
death be not proud/ holy sonnet #10, john donne
come live with me and be my love
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
and we will all the pleasures prove
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
that valleys, groves, hills, and fields
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
woods, or steepy mountain yields
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
and we will sit upon the rocks
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
by shallow rivers, to whose falls
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
melodious birds sing madrigals
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
and i will make thee beds of roses
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
and a thousand fragrant posies
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
a cap of flowers, and a kirtle
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
embroidered all with leaves of myrtle
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
a gown made of the finest wool
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
which from our pretty lambs we pull
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
fair lined slippers for the cold
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
with buckles of the purest gold
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
a belt of straw and ivy buds
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
with coral clasps and amber studs
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
and if these pleasures may thee move
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
come live with me and be my love
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
the shepherd swains shall dance and sing
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
for thy delight each May morning
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
if these delights thy mind may move
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
then live with me and be my love
the passionate shepherd to his love, christopher marlowe
if all the world and love were young
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
and truth in every shepherd’s tongue
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
these pretty pleasures might me move
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
to live with thee and be thy love
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
time drives the flocks from field to fold
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
when rivers rage and rocks grow cold
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
and philomel becometh dumb
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
the rest complains of cares to come
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
the flowers do fade, and wanton fields
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
to wayward winter reckoning yields
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
a honey tongue, a heart of gall
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
in folly ripe, in reason rotten
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
thy belt of straw and ivy buds
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
thy coral clasps and amber studs
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
all these in me no means can move
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
but could youth last and love still breed
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
had joys no date nor age no need
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
then these delights my mind might move
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
gather ye rosebuds while ye may
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
old time is still a-flying
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
and this same flower that smiles today
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
tomorrow will be dying
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
the glorious lamp of heaven, the sun
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
the higher he’s a-getting
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
the sooner will his race be run
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
and nearer he’s to setting
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
that age is best which is the first
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
when youth and blood are warmer
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
but being spent, the worse, and worst
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
times still succeed the former
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
then be not coy, but use your time
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
and, while ye may, go marry
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
for having lost but once your prime
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
you may forever tarry
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
had we but world enough, and time
to his coy mistress, andrew marvell
this coyness, lady, were no crime
to his coy mistress, andrew marvell
