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1 Poetry Anthology

2 Italian Sonnets

3 Italian sonnet #1 Who will in fairest book of Nature know
How Virtue may best lodged in Beauty be, Let him but learn of Love to read in thee, Stella, those fair lines, which true goodness show. There shall he find all vices’ overthrow, Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly; That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so. And not content to be Perfection’s heir Thyself, dost strive all minds that way to move, Who mark in thee what is in thee most fair. So while thy beauty draws the heart to love, As fast thy Virtue bends that love to good. “But, ah,” Desire still cries, “give me some food.” (Sir Philip Sidney, rhyming scheme: abba,abba,cdcd,ee metre: iambic pentametre ANALYSIS: central metaphor: beauty compared to virtue                           how it’s posed: Who will in fairest book of Nature know                                                          How Virtue in best loged as Beauty be,                                                         (Sir Philip Sidney,                           how it’s resolved: So while the beauty draws the heart to love,                                                                 As fast thy Virtue bends that love to good.                                                                (Sir Philip Sidney, )                           poetic devices used: metaphor and rhyming                            my general response: beauty may make you love something but virtue makes your love for something                                                                         good but still you can’t always get rid of  your desire.

4 Italian sonnet #2 Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch’s wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile’s grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress wtih which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his handThe Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains–alas, too few! (William Wordsworth, rhyming scheme: abba,acca,dede,ff metre:iambic pentametre

5 Italian sonnet #3 A hint of rain–a touch of lazy doubt–
Sent me to bedward on that prime of nights, When the air met and burst the aerolites, Making the men stare and the children shout: Why did no beam from all that rout and rush Of darting meteors, pierce my drowsed head? Strike on the portals of my sleep? and flush My spirit through mine eyelids, in the stead Of that poor vapid dream? My soul was pained, My very soul, to have slept while others woke, While little children their delight outspoke, And in their eyes’ small chambers entertained Far notions of the Kosmos! I mistook The purpose of that night–it had not rained. (Charles Tennyson-Turner, ) rhyming pattern abba,cdcd,effe,fe metre: iambic pentametre

6 English Sonnets

7 English sonnet #1 From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee. ( WilliamShakespeare, ) rhyming scheme: abab,cdcd,efef,gg metre: iambic pentametre

8 English sonnet #2 Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where: Then were not summer’s distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was: But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet. (WilliamShakespeare, rhyming pattern: abab,cdcd,efef,gg metre: iambic pentametre

9 English sonnet #3 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. (William Shakespeare , rhyming pattern: abab,cdcd,efef,gg metre: iambic pentametre ANALYSIS: central metaphor: old to new                           how it’s posed: And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence                                                          Save breed,to brave him when he takes thee hence.                                                          (William Shakespeare ,                           how it’s resolved: Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake                                                               And die as fast as they see others grow;                                                                (William Shakespeare ,                               poetic devices: rhyming and metaphor                                 my general response: time passes quickly and as old thing pass new things come

10 Limericks

11 Limerick #1 There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a Bee; When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’ He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’ ‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’  (Edward Lear, rhyming pattern: AABBA metre: anapestic

12 Limerick #2 There was an Old Person whose habits, Induced him to feed upon rabbits; When he’d eaten eighteen, He turned perfectly green, Upon which he relinquished those habits. (Edward Lear, rhyming pattern:AABBA metre: anapestic

13 Limerick #3 There was a Young Lady whose eyes, Were unique as to colour and size; When she opened them wide, People all turned aside, And started away in surprise. (Edward Lear, rhyming pattern:AABBA metre: anapestic

14 Ballads

15 Ballad #1 “Do I have one request before I die?” He looked at the captain who then said, “Aye.” He lifted his hand to wave goodbye, and slugged his true love in the eye. (Denise Rodgers, rhyming scheme: ABCB,DBEB metre: iambic

16 Ballad #2 The building was mammoth, and filled with huge vats. The moon mice wore helmets and so did the cats. Milk poured out pipes into tubs, engines whirring, while cheese workers stood by the vats, slowly stirring. The cheese in one section was Cheddar and Brie. The room stretched out farther than Ollie could see. The moon man was beaming. “We’ve Monterey Jack, and Blue Cheese and Green Cheese and Brown Cheese and Black. We have fresh Provolone. We have Gouda and Feta. Here, try a sample, you’ll never taste better.” Oliver found the cheese awfully tasty although it was bright green, and just a bit pasty. “We make Mozzarella, and what did I miss? We make Camembert, Colby, and Cheddar and Swiss.” Oliver gasped, “Oh! My mom’s Swiss soufflé. I have to go home — and I mean right away!” (Denise Rodgers, rhyming scheme:AABB,CCDD,EEFF,GGHH metre:trochee

17 Ballad #3 Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared – such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near: I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside. I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”… then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door. It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm - Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.” (Robert W. Service, rhyming scheme: AABB,CCDD,EEFF,GGHH metre:iambic

18 Haikus

19 Haiku #1 The red blossom bends and drips it’s dew to the ground
Like a tear it falls (Donna Brock,

20 Haiku #2 Curving up,then down Meeting blue sky and green earth
Melding sun and rain (Donna Brock,

21 Haiku #3 An old silent pond… A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again. (Basho Matsuo,

22 Quatrains

23 Quatrain #1 Behold the hippopotamus! We laugh at how he look to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim, I wonder how we look to him. (Ogden Nash, ) rhyming scheme: AABB metre: iambic

24 Quatrain #2 Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look alright to us, As you no doubt delight the eye Of other hippopotami. (Ogden Nash, ) rhyming scheme: AABB metre: iambic

25 Quatrain #3 Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature’s west! (Emily Dickinson, ) rhyming scheme: ABCB metre: iambic

26 My poems

27 and the leaves are falling down as the seasons change
Haiku the birds are leaving and the leaves are falling down as the seasons change

28 Limerick I once met a mystical creature and i quickly discovered a feature that made me smile for just a while i loved that mystical creature

29 Quatrain whenever you feel you are down or sad
don’t think of things that make you mad of course they will make it so much worse and may even cause you to start to curse

30 Ballad while walking down the street just imagine who I'll meet
i saw a tiny fairy who did not look very scary so i thought I'd tag along while he sang his little song he brought me to a river but then i began to shiver  he disappeared into a crack and he had not decided to come back something wasn’t right with that slowly growing light i looked in the tree then it was clear to me it was a tiny little town so i thought I'd look around so i broke a little hole but the town thought i had stole so they poured out of the tree and then came after me so i ran to my home thinking i was all alone when my mom told me to wake i knew it all was fake for it was a dream i had which made me kind of sad because if it were true i don’t know what I'd do i would keep that secret to me that special little tree and visit every night to see the fairy while in flight

31 Pictures from Google images

32 By: Summer

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