Sonnet: In the past, it was also transliterated as a poem. Sonnets and iambic pentameter are used as the form of the whole poem. It first appeared in Italy and was introduced to Britain in the 6th century. In the Elizabethan era (the reign of Elizabeth I 1558- 1603), it was favored by scholars. Shakespeare, Spencer and Sydney all wrote famous sonnets. /kloc-the sonnets of the 0/8th century were ignored. But it was later revived by romantic poets Keats and Wordsworth, and was adopted by many poets in the future. There are two kinds of English sonnets: petra Van and Shakespeare (English). A Italian sonnet: imitating the style created by Italian poet Petrarch, it consists of two parts: the first part, TheOctave, consists of four quatrains, and the rhyme is abbaabba；; In the second part of The Sestet, the rhyme feet can have different forms. According to the strict Italian sonnet style, the poem at the end of the first eight lines should come to an end, and the last six lines should be transformed into new poems. B. Shakespeare-style sonnets: composed of three sonnets that rhyme alternately. Finally, there are rhyming double lines. The whole rhyme is ababcdcdefefgg In Shakespeare's sonnets, the artistic conception is achieved in one go, until the last double line, which is the climax of the whole poem. Besides Shakespeare, other poets also adopt this form.
Sonnet 2 1
I'm not like the muse,
His poem was inspired by a beautiful picture,
Who decorates himself with heaven?
Every market is rehearsing,
Make a proud contrast,
There are the sun and the moon, and there are rich gems of the earth and the sea.
With flowers blooming in early April and all the rare things.
The air in heaven is at the hem of this huge circle.
Ah, let me fall in love, but write sincerely,
Then believe me, my love is fair.
As a child of any mother, though not so clever.
Those golden candles are fixed in the air of heaven.
Let them talk about hearsay and so on;
I won't praise for not selling.
(Shakespeare)
Sonnet no 2 1
My poetic god (1) is not like the man who holds God.
I only know how to paint his poems with powder,
Even the sky should be removed for decoration,
List every beautiful woman to praise her beauty,
Duality and all kinds of exaggerated metaphors,
Put his sun, moon, land and sea treasures,
April flowers, and this powerful universe.
Everything in its arms is beautiful.
Oh, let me really love and sing,
Besides, believe me, my love is comparable.
Any mother's son, though clever.
How about a golden candlestick hanging in the sky?