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Unformatted text preview: 10A Final Studying Notes from class: o Petrarchan sonnet : used by male courtiers, writing sonnets to woo the lady and to reflect upon their success or lack of success. Often embodied a woman who represented the ideal of virtue, whose love was unattainable. The pain of unattainable love. Octave and a sestet. Octave rhymed ABBA as opposed to ABAB. 9 th line encompasses the Volta. Sir Thomas Wyatt (1536-1557) o Introduced Italian sonnet to England. Imprisoned in the Tower of London twice. Petrarchs sonnet ( 10 ) The long love that in my heart doth harbour, and in mine heart doth keep its residence. Into my face presseth with bold pretence and therein campeth, spreading his banner. She that me learneth to love and suffer and will that my trust and lusts negligence be reined by reason, shame and reverence, with his hardiness taketh displeasure. Wherewithal [turn] unto the hearts forest he fleeth, leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, and there him hideth and not appeareth. What may I do when my master feareth, but in the field with him to live and die? For good is the life ending faithfully. Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind ( 11 ) I am of them that farthest come behind. Yet I may by no means my wearied mind draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore, Fainting I follow. I leave off, thereforewho list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, as well as I may spend his time in vainNoli me tangere, for Caesars I am Whoever wants a hunt I know where you can find one, but as for me I am too weary, Im the one that fell behind. Yet despite this I cannot stop chasing her, as she flees, almost fainting I follow, `since Im trying to catch wind in a net. (futile) whoever wants to hunt her ill tell him now he can also waste his time in vain like me, for around her neck is a collar that reads dont touch me, for I am caesars, and I am wild though I seem tame Image of the hunter. She says dont touch me, not Caesar saying it. I find no peace, and all my war is done (17) o I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice o I fear and hope, I try to fly, yet I cant make it work I cant be satisfied. Nothing in the world imprisons me yet I cannot escape, cant even control if I live or die. Without eyes I see, I ask for death and for health, I love another and thus I hate myself . Sorrow and pain with laughter, both death and life dont please him, and the one he loves causes this strife.laughter, both death and life dont please him, and the one he loves causes this strife....
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