February 22, 2017

Homework Help: English

Posted by Henry2 on Tuesday, February 21, 2012 at 5:42pm.

Writeacher, I'm posting the last sonnet I need to rephrase for tomorrow. I really hope you can have a look at it.

1) Sonnets 116 is about love in its most ideal form. The poet thinks that true love is to be based on mutual trust and understanding.
2) True love doesn’t change when the situation changes or with the departure of the lover. Love has to be like an ever-fixed lighthouse (beacon) that is not shaken by the tempests of life. It is like the star that guides every lost ship (“wandering bark”) .
3) Although the star’s true value cannot be calculated, its height can be measured. Both the image of love as a beacon and as a leading star were (are) well-known in medieval and Renaissance poetry.
4) The image of the “wondering bark” was also present in Dante, the poets of Dolce Stil Novo and Petrarch. True love bears time out even to the doomsday.
5) Time is personified through the use of a capital letter in line 9, through the use of verbs referring to human action (line 10: bending, come) and finally through the use of the possessive adjective “his” in line 11. 6) Love is not at the mercy of Time, though rosy lips and cheeks, that is physical beauty, is doomed to fall under Time’s sickle. True love bears time out even to the doomsday.
7) It must be eternal and last to the end of time. Here Shakespeare points out the transience of beauty and time. 8) In the final couplet the poet declares that, if he is mistaken about the nature of perfect love, then he must take back all his writings about love. (or then he never wrote a line of poetry). If he has judged love inappropriately, then no man has ever really loved.

The sonnet

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.

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