Later Sonnet Writers.-Wordsworth is generally regarded as our greatest sonneteer. He wrote over four hundred of these poems, some of which have never been excelled. Other writers who have been especially successful with this form are Milton, Keats, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Dante Rossetti. Study of the Sonnet.-In each of the following sonnets notice the two waves of thought, and the rhyming-scheme in octave and sestet. See in what particulars the sonnets of Shakespeare differ from the others. SONNET XXIX Shakespeare When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, Featur'd like him, like him with friends possest, From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love rememb'red, such wealth brings, SONNET XXX When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes now wail my dear time's waste; For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er Which I now pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, MILTON'S SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS When I consider how my life is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need, COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, 1802 Earth has not anything to show more fair: A sight so touching in its majesty: LONDON, 1802 (TO MILTON) Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: 10 5 10 Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: So didst thou travel on life's common way, ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Keats Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen: SONNET XLIII FROM "SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE". Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith; 1 Balboa, not Cortez, discovered the Pacific Ocean. 10 5 10 5 ΙΟ I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, NATURE 1 Longfellow As a fond mother, when the day is o'er Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor; Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. WORK 2 Henry Van Dyke Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When flagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; This work can best be done in the right way." Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, 5 10 5 To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall Because I know for me my work is best. 1 Used by permission of the Houghton Mifflin Company. ΙΟ 2 From Music and Other Poems by Henry Van Dyke, Copyright, 1904, Charles Scribner's Sons. Used by special arrangement with the publishers. VOICES 1 Louis Untermeyer All day with anxious heart and wondering ear Shouted and sang until the world was drowned All day it surged-but nothing could I hear. That night the country never seemed so still; To stars that brushed them with their silver wings. Together with the moon I climbed the hill, And, in the very heart of Silence, heard The speech and music of immortal things. 5 ΙΟ SUGGESTIONS TO STUDENTS The following sonnets, written by high school seniors, are placed here with the hope that they may inspire other students to try the sonnet' form. OUR STAR OF GOLD A golden star upon the field of white, With crosses red, and living stars of blue. A hero-boy upon the field of fight, His life has gone protecting honor, right. His soul was large; his heart beat strong and true; He gave his all in just defence of you. What means it all-these golden stars tonight? That in the dawn of life, again, and love, Which sees no more the battle, death, and tears, We all must on our way; our life enhance; Must do our best, with help of God above, To add to ours their hopes and aims and cares; (V. C. 20.) 1 Used by special arrangement with the publishers, The Century Company. |