Rhyme Scheme
stanza breaks
Petrarchan sonnets
Shakespearean sonnets
bonus
100
what rhyme Scheme is the first stanza of a Shakespearean sonnet
ABAB
100
A pair of rhymed lines that
Couplet
100
true or false Petrarchan is a sonnet that has Quartains
true
100
how many lines does a Shakespearean sonnet have
14
100
who is this
shakespeare
200
what rhyme Scheme is the second stanza of a Shakespearean sonnet
CDCD
200
which sonnet has a sestet
Petrarchan
200
what is another name for Petrarchan sonnets
Italian Sonnet
200
what is another name for Shakespearean sonnets
English Sonnet
200
what is a 3 stanza line called
tercet
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what rhyme Scheme is the first stanza of a Petrarchan sonnet
ABBAABBA
300
how many Quartain are in an octave
2
300
petrarchan sonnets can be split into what two meters
octave and sestet
300
what rhyme Scheme of the couplet in a shakespearean sonnet
gg
300
what type of sonnet is this
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 wand'ring 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 prov'd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
shakespearean
400
what rhyme Scheme is the second stanza of a Petrarchan sonnet
CDCCDC or CDECDE
400
what is Volta
a rhetorical shift/ change in thought or argument
400
what is the meter of a Petrarchan sonnet
Eight line octave and a Six line sester
400
what is the meter of a Shakespearean sonnet
Three Quatrains and a final Couplet
400
what type of sonnet is this
I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind,
And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain,
I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity,—let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again
petrarchan