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- Henry ILv 61 decade agoFavorite Answer
You probably picked this up already, but...
Responder Juefawn doesn't quite understand what a sonnet is, and 45ten either did not understand your question or is a tad on the dishonest side. This is Shakespeare's own Sonnet 16.
As to your question, you were given this assignment so *you* could flex your creative muscles and also maybe (GASP) learn something. Give it a try.
- ?Lv 71 decade ago
Shakespearean -
What lovely words thine mind did write,
Shakespeare, the greatest poet known!
Poems of youth, beauty, and life,
Rhymes, of his, his alone.
Admiration of his work,
Has made me a comrade of pen.
With this sonnet I assert
That I am a Shakespearean.
This isn't exactly 14lines, and doesn't have the same meter, like 11/12, but ah, I haven't tried to write a perfect one in long time.
- 1 decade ago
BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rime?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this time's pencil or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill
hope this is ok :)
-mike
- Anonymous5 years ago
Now enable me roll below the hooves of chance, though they could wreck my individuals, coronary heart or mind. Worms stay even as severed -- someplace interior the expanse Of this lengthy body pricey existence will stay: truly than lunge upright among the herd, A face thrust up between the brutish backs, Staring and yellow, determined, absurd -- The very last short stand of *homo contumax*. existence, the proud slattern, blandly will abide Even in a carriers or lacerated host; yet ridicule breaks in upon her delight, With which she warms her accommodations like a frost. Then she, who any trojan horse or pulp can cherish, Amid that lack of life of delight herself will perish. with suggestion from Norman Cameron (1905-1953) "Contumax" - insubordinate, obdurate