A nest of singing birds; 18; Sonnet and Stanza
A nest of singing birds. Three centuries of English doctorate from Joe's. Sonnet and stanza. I have decided to talk about Sonnet in stanza partly because in each case the poets use intricate pattern of rhyme. Another reason is that throughout our three centuries of singing birds it is possible to find poets expressing themselves very tune fully in these forms. Son it has a fairly intricate rhyme scheme. This one runs a B A B C D C D E F E F G G. Why did Starr promise such a beauty yesterday and make me travel forth without my cloak to let bass clouds or take me in my way. Hiding via bravery in rotten smoke is not enough thought through the clouds break to dry or the rain on my storm beaten face for no man well of such as can speak that heals the wound and
cures not of the disgrace nor can by shame give physic to my grief. Though thou repent. Yet I have still at last the offender's side o Lenz but weaker relief to him that bears the strong offenses cross. But those tears up which thy love and they are rich and Ransom all the actual rhymes there are days cloak wait smoke a b a b the first quatrain then break faith speak disgrace CD CD The second quatrain. And of course in Shakespeare's own day break and speak rhymed the next quatrain rhymes grief loss relief cross E F E F. And then we have g g sheds deeds and
of course sheds and deeds rhymed. When Shakespeare wrote the sonnet Why did Starr promise such a beauty yesterday and make me travel forth without my cloak to let base clouds or take me in my way hiding Viper a very rotten smoke. Just not enough there through the clouds break to dry or the rain on my storm beaten face for no man well of such a south can speak that heals the wound and cures not of the disgrace nor can by shame give physic to my grief. Though that I repent that I have still looked at loss the offender's side of the lens but weak relief to him that bears the strong offenses cross but those tears up which thy love and they are rich and ransom or ill d.
That was actually Shakespeare's Sonnet number 34. Now a stanza is really as intricate is that this one for instance is much simpler. The breezy call of incense breathing moan the Swallow Twittering from the straw built shed the cocks shrill Clarion or the echoing horn. No more shall rouse them from their lonely bed. The scheme there is a b a b and the rhymes are known shared her own bed and that of course came from Gray's Elegy. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day the lowing herd winds slowly over the leaves. The ploughman homeward plods his weary way and leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the site and all the air a
solemn stillness save where the wheels whose droning flight and drowsy tinkling was loud the distant cold. Save that from yonder Ivy mantled tower. The moping our shoulders to the moon complain of such as wondering near her secret Bower molest her ancient solitary reign beneath those rugged elms that you trees shade where he was the in many a moldering heap each in his narrow cell for ever laid the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense breathing moan the Swallow Twittering from the straw built shed the cocks shrill clarion call the echoing horn. No more shall rouse them from their lonely bed.
This Elegy is written in a very simple stanza but Gray uses it very flexibly and achieves complexity of thought by means of it. He uses his stanza to describe to recount to ruminate to exhort hear some description beneath those rugged elms that huge trees shade where he was the in many a moldering heap. Each in his narrow cell for ever laid the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Now he ruminates for many a flower is born to blush unseen and wasted sweetness on the desert air. Here he recounts hard by yon wood now smiling as in scorn muttering his wayward fancies he would rove now drooping woe like one full on or crazed with care or crossed in a hopeless love.
And now great admonishes not ambition. Mark their useful toil their homely joys and destiny obscure nor grand you're here with a disdainful smile. The short and simple annals of the poor. The word stanza comes from the Italian. It means literally a station a stopping place a stanza as a group of lines of in a pattern the pattern regulates the number of the lines as well as their rhymes sequences. The boast of heraldry. The pomp of power. And all that beauty all that wealth ever gave. I wait so like the inevitable hour. The Paths of Glory lead but to the grave each line there is made up of five I am big feet obviously a lot of skill is needed to write a sustained poem in stanzas. First you have to write each stanza
constructed organize its rhymes in sequence of its ideas. Then every stanza must be in the right sequence relating to its predecessor and to the one which follows it. Here Spenser stanza It has eight I am big pentameters and then and Alexandra I'm so well he wooed her and so well he wrought with Ferrin treaty and sweet blandishments that at the length unto a bay he brought her so as she to his speeches was content to lend an ear and softly to relent at last through many of ours which for people and many of us she yielded her consent to be his love and take him for her lord till the day with marriage meet might finish that accord. Spenser wrote in the late sixteenth century James Thompson used to spend Syrian stands in the Castle of Indolence in seventeen forty eight.
Here are some stanzas describing the Vale of indolence where a magician dwells. Fast by a river side with him encompassed round a most enchanting wizard did about that whom I feel is nowhere found it was I we noted a lovely spot of ground and there a season a tween June and HOF pranked with spring with summer how often browned at Lister's climate made with sooth to say no living white good with kids. Even poor play was Northover around but images of rest sleep soothing groves and quiet loans between and flowery beds that slumberous influence cast from poppies breeze and beds of pleasant green whenever yet was creeping creature see. Meantime a glittering stream that's played and heard it everywhere there
was a sheen that has they bickered through the sunny glade. The rest are still themselves made joined to the prattle of the pearling drills where heard the low in hoods along the view and flocks loud bleating from the distant him and vacant shepherds piping in the dale. And now and then. Sweet fellow Melwood way of all stock doves plane amid the forest deep that drowsy rustled to the side and still call the grasshopper did keep all the sounds of but I'm trying to sleep. Full in the passage of the veil above a sable silent solemn forest stood where North but shadowy forms were seen to move as I do this fancied in her dreaming mood and up the hills on either side would have blackening pines I
waving to and fro to send forth a sleepy harbor through the blood and where this valley winded out below the murmuring main was hid and scarcely heard to flow. Thompson and his dispenses rhyme scheme and his last line is not examined right but the stanza of the Castle of Indolence is very different from that of the Fairy Queen. Here are some stanzas from canto 10 a book for the US having passed all peril. I was come within the compass of that island space. The witch did seem unto my simple doom. The only pleasant and delightful place that ever trodden was of footings trace. For all of that nature by her mother wit could frame earth and form of substance base was there. And all that nature did omit part playing second nature as part supply of it.
No tree that is of count in Greenwood grows from the lowest Juniper to seed a tall no flower in field that dainty odor throws and decks his branch with blossoms over all but was planted all grew natural no sense of man so called by and curious nice. But them out find to please itself with no heart could wish for any quaint device. But there it present was and did frail sense entice. And suchlike serious Plenty of all pleasure. It seemed a second paradise to gas. So the lavishly enriched with nature's treasure that if the happy so was which do possess the Elysian fields and live in a lasting bless should happen this with the living I do see. They soon would loathe their lesser happiness and wish to a life returned again to be
that in this joyous place they most have giants for. Fresh shadows fit to shroud from sunny Ray fair loans to take the sun in season do you. Sweet Springs in which a thousand imps did play soft rumbling Brooks that gentle slumber drew high ridge mounts the lands about to view that overlooking Dales does line from common again he's delightful BOWERS to solace lovers true false labyrinths fond run as I used to daze all which by nature made good nature itself a maze. Spenser relates the thought of line to a line in a developing structure skewed or more makes a statement. That's having passed all peril. I was come within the compass of that island space. The
which did seem into my simple doom. The only pleasant and delightful place that ever trodden was of footings trace. He now explains why. For all that nature by her mother wit could frame earth and form of substance base was there and again comes the development of thought and all that nature did omit not playing second nature as part supply had it in the next stanza Spencer continues the development. No tree that is of count in Greenwood grows from the lowest Juniper to seed a tall no flower in field that dainty odor throws and dicks his branch with blossoms over all but was planted or grew natural. What nature hadn't done was supplied by out every kind of
Korean flour had either been planted or grew natural. No sense of man so coy and curious nice. But them out fine to please itself with no heart could wish for any quaint device but there at present was. And that frail sense in time. That is the way Spencer writes in a similar passage. The bower of bliss in book two canto twelve at Zunes. They heard a most melodious sound of all that Mo delight a dainty ear such as at once might not on living ground save in this paradise be heard elsewhere. Ride hard it was for white which did it here to read what manner of music that note the for all that pleasing is to living here was their consorted in one harmony the
Royces instruments when its waters all agree. The driest bird shrouded in cheerful shade their notes and to the voice a temperate suite the angelical soft trembling voices made to the instruments divine respondants me the silver sounding instruments did meet with the base manner of the waters the waters full with difference discreet now saw now loud unto the wind did call the gentle warbling when lo and sory to James be to use dispensary and stands in the minstrel in 1771. Here's a descriptive passage which seems to me to have been influenced by descriptions such as Spencer's bower of bliss but who the melodies of Mon can tell. The wild Brook babbling down the mountainside the lowing heard the sheepfold simple bell. The Piper very Shepherd been
descried in the Lone Valley echoing far and wide the cameras hone along the cliffs above the hollow murmur of the ocean tide the hum of bees that in its day of love and the full choir that wakes the universal Grove That also reminds us of Gray's Elegy in content if not in stanza form. Beattie and Thompson add detail to detail in a different way from Spencer. The order in which they place the details is almost decided by the rhyme scheme. But Spencer is thinking through his stanzas relating statements to one another his details come in the order demanded by his intention. That is to say something which can be said only in this way in an earlier programme we have had some examples of Shakespeare's skill with the seven lines stanza in the Rape of Lucrece in the poem which he called the first heir of my invention. Shakespeare used the
stanza of six lines. Thrice fairer than myself I should be get the fears she flower sweet beyond compare stained more lovely than a man more white and red than doves all roses are. Nature that made leave with herself at strife. Says that the world had ending with Di life. That rhyme scheme goes a b a b c c h stands or in this poem is like the sestet of a sonnet thrice fairer than myself that she began. The fields she flower sweet beyond compare stained more lovely than a man more white and red than doves all roses are. Nature that made me. With herself at strife. So that the world had
ending with thy life. That was actually the second stanza of Venus and Adonis. Shakespeare uses his final couplet as a conclusive statement as if it ended a sonnet large safe the wonder to a life by speed and reign his proud head to the saddle bow. If that will drain this favor but I mean a thousand honey secrets shalt thou know. Here come and sit whenever serpent he sees and being set. IOS another the with PCs. And yet not cloyed their lips with Lo it's a diety but rather famished them amid their plenty. Making them red and pale with fresh variety. Ten kisses short as one run along there's twenty. A summer's day when the seamen are a bit short being wasted in such time beguiling sport.
Now here are some actual steps from Sonnet. My son one early morning did shine but all triumphant splendor on my brow. But Out alas he was but one eye in the region. Cloud had masked him from me now. You had him for this my love. No whit distain you sons of the world may stay. In Heaven's sting. Nor can I shame give physic to my grief. Though that I repent yet I have still that loss the offender's side of the lens but weak relief to him that bears the strong offenses cross but those tears are purple which thy love shared and they are rich and Ransom all the.
There are differences of course. For one thing in the sonnet a sestet develops out of the octave. Why did Starr promise such a beauteous day and make me travel forth without my cloak to let base clouds or take me in my way hiding vibrator in rotten smoke does not enough the through the clouds break to drive the rain on my storm beaten face for no man well of such a south can speak that heals the wound and cures not of the disgrace nor can by shame give physic to my grief though that I repent yet I have still that loss the offender's side o Lenz but weaker relief to him that bears the strong offenses cross. But those tears are. Which I love and they are rich and ransom. Another difference is that when Shakespeare uses stanza he relates each to its
predecessor and its followers. Oh Clytie again she cry flint hearted boy. Tis but a kiss I beg the curé touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine the mind be not so fair. Yet other read the kings should be thine own as well as mine. Once a star on the ground. Hold up thy head. Look in mine I boards that I beauty lies. Then why not lips on lips since eyes and eyes. That was shame to kiss then wink again and I will wink social the day seeing Night Live keeps his revels whether Robert Twain be both to play our sport is not in sight. These blue veined violets whereon we lean can never be that. No no not what we mean. The tender spring upon by tempting lips shows the ripe yet
no style well be tasted. Make use of let not advantage slip. Beauty within itself not be wasted for flaws that are not gathered in their prime rot and consume themselves in little time. Where I had favored fouled all wrinkled old ill nurtured cricket churlish harsh in voice or worn despised rheumatic and cold thick sighted balun lean and lacking juice then my bizarre pause but then I would not for the. But having no defects wired us to bore me thou canst not see one drink in my breath. Mine eyes are gray and bright and quick in turning. My beauty is the spring that yearly grow my flesh is soft and plump my marrow burning my smooth moist hand whirl it with I hand folk would in thy power to solve or seem to
melt. But in discourse I will inch out by an ear or like a fairy trip upon the green wall like a nymph with long dishevelled hair. Dance on the sands and get no footing seem rather is a spit all compacted fire not gross to sink but light and will aspire. Here are three more stanzas from Venus and Adonis rot. Canst thou talk. Quoth she has star tongue or what thou hadst not for I had no hearing by mermaids voice that done me double wrong. I had my load before now pressed with bearing melodious discord heavenly tune the harsh sounding Earth's deep sweet music and heart's deep soul wounding. How do I know eyes but ears my ears would love that inward beauty in the invisible. Alright I doubt if thy outward parts would move each part in me that
were but sensible. The rather I was no ears to hear nor see yet should I be in love by touching the say that the sense of feeling will arrest me and that I could not see nor hear nor touch and nothing but the very smell left me yet would my love to the be still as much. For from the still a theory of life face excel in comes breath perfume the reader's love by smelling it or what banquet worth outta that tastes being us and the other four. Would they not wish the feast would ever last and bad suspicion double lock the door. That's jealousy. That's our unwelcome guest showed by his stealing in this the feast sonnets are in sequences but rarely if ever have the kind of relationship to one another which we get between stands and stands. But in at least one serious Samuel Daniel relates sonnets more
like stanzas. When men shall find I flower thy glory pass and thou with careful brow sitting alone receive it has this message from bi glass that tells the truth and says that all is gone. Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds of our midst those spent by flame in me the heat remaining I that have loved this US before thou fades. My faith shall waxe when thou art in thy waning the world shall find this miracle in me that fire can burn when all the maters spent then what my faith has been by self shall see and that thou wast unkind now may strip and now almost repent that thou hast scorned my tears when winter snows upon thy
sable hair. When winter snows upon the ice Abel hears and frost of age has snipped. Beauty is near when dark shall seem the idae that never clears and all lies with a. That was held so dear. Then take this picture which I here present the Lind with a pencil. Not all unworthy here see the gifts that God and nature lent thee. Here read Die self and what I suffered for thee. This may remain the lasting monument which happily posterity may cherish these colors with fading are not spent. These may remain when thou and I shall perish if they remain. Then thou shalt live thereby
they will remain. And so canst not die. You have been listening to a program on sonnet and stanza. The verse was read by Jonathan Farwell Elizabeth Shepherd and Walker and Duncan Ross. This is Bertrand Joseph inviting you to be with us again next week. This program was produced by Radio Broadcast Services of the University of Washington under a grant from the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. This is the national educational radio network.
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