My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,  
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here are our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Comprehension and Analysis:

1. Can you identify all of the metaphors?
2. What type of sonnet is this?
3. Use the TPCASTT method to analyze this poem.

Comprehension and Analysis:

1. Who or what is the "mighty woman" in this poem?
2. What type of sonnet is this?
3. Use the TPCASTT method to analyze this poem.

My love is like to ice, and I to fire;

how comes it then that this her cold so great

is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire,

but harder grows the more I her intreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

is not delayed by her heart frozen cold:

but that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

and feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told

that fire which all things melts, should harden ice: and ice which is congeal'd with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device.

Such is the power of love in gentle mind,

that it can alter all the course of kind.

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,

So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,

Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,

But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day

Into their vastness I should steal away,

Fearless of ever finding open land,

Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,

Or those should not set forth upon my track

To overtake me, who should miss me here

And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--

Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Comprehension and Analysis:

1. Can you identify the oxymorons used?
2. What type of sonnet is this?
3. Use the TPCASTT method to analyze this poem.

Comprehension and Analysis:

1. What does the speaker desire to do?
2. What is interesting about the rhyme scheme of this sonnet?
3. Use the TPCASTT method to analyze this poem.