Smart Boy
08-12-2006, 01:57 PM
This is my presntion about Shakspear sonnet the number of sonnet is 17,please give me your opinion about this presntion.
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts
.If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
, And in fresh numbers number all , your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.
.
Difficult word:
Deserts: good physical qualities.
Fresh number: lively verse.
Touches: strokes of the pen or brush.
Touched: left their imprint on.
True rights: proper dues.
Rage: passion.
Stretched metre: strained verse.
Antique song: old poem
Paraphrase:
Who will believe my poem in the coming time if it were filled with your great deserts? Though it but conceals your life and portrays not half your gifts. If I could describe the beauty of your eyes and number all your attractive innate qualities, the next generation would not believe me and would say that such heavenly touches never attractive earthly or innate countenances. And my writings, yellow then with age, would be scorned like babbling old men, and untruthful. Your real praise would be termed a poet's passion, the forced strains of an old song. But were some child of yours alive then, you should have a double life, in it and in my verse.
Explanation:
The speaker starts with a question about who would believe his poetry in the future if that poetry is filled with his beloved's beauties. He says that this praise is only half of what she has. In addition, this poetry would be only like a grave that contains her life. He says if he describes the beauty of his mistress' eyes, and in a lot of verses he describes her beauty, the people coming would say that the poet lied. Such beauty is associated only with heaven. It cannot be a description of an earthly creature. Therefore, when the color of his verses' pages is changed with the passage of time, people would compare his poems to old men who speak untruthfully. Besides, this praise for his mistress, which is merely her rights, would be called "a poet's passion" or "an old song." Finally, the speaker concludes by saying that if his beloved has a son of her own, her life would be twice – one in that son and the other in his poetry.
Eng 344: Shakespeare
Prepared by: Smart Boy
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts
.If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
, And in fresh numbers number all , your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.
.
Difficult word:
Deserts: good physical qualities.
Fresh number: lively verse.
Touches: strokes of the pen or brush.
Touched: left their imprint on.
True rights: proper dues.
Rage: passion.
Stretched metre: strained verse.
Antique song: old poem
Paraphrase:
Who will believe my poem in the coming time if it were filled with your great deserts? Though it but conceals your life and portrays not half your gifts. If I could describe the beauty of your eyes and number all your attractive innate qualities, the next generation would not believe me and would say that such heavenly touches never attractive earthly or innate countenances. And my writings, yellow then with age, would be scorned like babbling old men, and untruthful. Your real praise would be termed a poet's passion, the forced strains of an old song. But were some child of yours alive then, you should have a double life, in it and in my verse.
Explanation:
The speaker starts with a question about who would believe his poetry in the future if that poetry is filled with his beloved's beauties. He says that this praise is only half of what she has. In addition, this poetry would be only like a grave that contains her life. He says if he describes the beauty of his mistress' eyes, and in a lot of verses he describes her beauty, the people coming would say that the poet lied. Such beauty is associated only with heaven. It cannot be a description of an earthly creature. Therefore, when the color of his verses' pages is changed with the passage of time, people would compare his poems to old men who speak untruthfully. Besides, this praise for his mistress, which is merely her rights, would be called "a poet's passion" or "an old song." Finally, the speaker concludes by saying that if his beloved has a son of her own, her life would be twice – one in that son and the other in his poetry.
Eng 344: Shakespeare
Prepared by: Smart Boy