raindrops4u
02-08-2009, 01:55 PM
I'm writing an essay about this poem and I've so far managd to get hold of a lot of technical features, but one thing I haven't been able to figure out is the use of metaphor. I think that in a way, the whole sonnett is a metaphor, but the only true method of comparison i can find is a simile, not metaphor, in line 7. I'd like your opinions on whether the poem has metaphors or not, and if so what they are. I think I might be confusing some things in my head. Thanks :)
(PS: If anyone is really interested, I can send you my essay when I'm done ^^)
1 The world is too much with us; late and soon, a
2 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: b
3 Little we see in Nature that is ours; b
4 We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! a
5 This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; a
6 The winds that will be howling at all hours, b
7 And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; b
8 For this, for everything, we are out of tune; a
9 It moves us not. -Great God! I'd rather be c
10 A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn d
11 So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, c
12 Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; d
13 Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; c
14 Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. d
(just in case it wasn't clear, the poem was written by william wordsworth)
(PS: If anyone is really interested, I can send you my essay when I'm done ^^)
1 The world is too much with us; late and soon, a
2 Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: b
3 Little we see in Nature that is ours; b
4 We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! a
5 This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; a
6 The winds that will be howling at all hours, b
7 And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; b
8 For this, for everything, we are out of tune; a
9 It moves us not. -Great God! I'd rather be c
10 A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn d
11 So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, c
12 Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; d
13 Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; c
14 Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. d
(just in case it wasn't clear, the poem was written by william wordsworth)