Shakespearean Sonnet Analysis / Presentation
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Select pairs / small group
a. 5 pairs and one group of 3 in Period 2
b. 2 pairs and 1 group of 3 in Period 5
Draw for Shakespearean Sonnet
a. 19
b. 29
c. 30
d. 106
e. 116
f. 138
g. 144
Prepare reading and analysis based on TPCASTT * and ONE work of Literary Criticism
from an approved database: EBSCO / Gale. Email the source to [email protected]
by end of the day on Friday, October 28, 2016.
a. Read the poem clearly and well
b. Paraphrase the poem and explain its significance based upon interpretation and
literary criticism. [Please be sure to properly refer to the source.]
c. Analyze the piece for Tone based on specific literary devices and explained
evidence [don’t forget to check for multiple tones within the work]
d. Analyze the piece for Theme [complete, universal statement that can transfer to
other works / genres] based on specific quotes and explanation
Presentations will begin on Monday, October 31st and continue through Wednesday,
November 2nd. Presentations will occur in RANDOM order
*ONE APPROVED Outside source should be used for this assignment.
As You Like It; Act III; scene ii
TP-CASTT Poetry Analysis (adapted fro College Board pre-AP / AP Material)
Title: What predictions can you make from
the title? Read the poem. What are your
initial (first) thoughts about the poem? What
might be the theme of the poem?
Paraphrase: Summarize the poem in your
own words.
Connotation: What might the poem mean
beyond the literal level? Find examples of
imagery, metaphors, similes, personification,
symbolism, idioms, hyperbole, alliteration,
rhyme scheme, rhythm, etc. and think about
their possible connotative meanings. Consider
the emotional feelings that the words may
give the reader.
Attitude: Describe the tone of the poem.
What is the poet’s attitude toward the subject
of the poem? The speaker’s attitude? Find and
list examples that illustrate the tone and mood
of the poem (these show attitude).
Shift: Is there a shift (a change) in the tone
or speaker of the poem? Where is the shift?
What/whom does it shift to?
Title: Look at the title again. Have your
original ideas about the poem changed? How?
What do you think the title means now?
Theme: What is the overall theme of the
poem?
What insight, lesson, or truth are we supposed
to have after reading this poem?
SONNET 19
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
SONNET 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
SONNET 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
SONNET 106
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they look'd but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
For we, which now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
SONNET 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
SONNET 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
SONNET 144
Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still;
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend
Suspect I may, but not directly tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.