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No rose that in a garden ever grew

"**No rose that in a garden ever grew**" is a sonnet written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

## Original text

No rose that in a garden ever grew,

In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine,

Though buried under centuries of fine

Dead dust of roses, shut from sun and dew

Forever, and forever lost from view,

But must again in fragrance rich as wine

The grey aisles of the air incarnadine

When the old summers surge into a new.

Thus when I swear, "I love with all my heart,"

'Tis with the heart of Lilith that I swear,

'Tis with the love of Lesbia and Lucrece;

And thus as well my love must lose some part

Of what it is, had Helen been less fair,

Or perished young, or stayed at home in Greece.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

**Edna St. Vincent Millay** (*b. 22 Feb 1892; d. 19 Oct 1950*) was an American poet and playwright; she received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, and was the third woman to win the award for poetry.

## Sonnets

### Individual

* "And you as well must die"
* "Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare"
* "I shall go back again to the bleak shore"
* "I will put Chaos into fourteen lines"
* "No rose that in a garden ever grew"
* "Thou art not lovelier than lilacs"

### Sequences

* *Three Sonnets in Tetrameter*
* *Two Sonnets in Memory*
Morning Dance

"**Morning Dance**" is a bref double written by Walter J. Wojtanik on 15 April 2016 as part of that year's NaPoWriMo project.

## Original text

When morning comes to call

and night returns to slumber,

we’ll begin the day anew

with the promise of great things.

This new day, a new adventure,

arrives for one, for all,

and how we choose to use it,

will depend on what it brings.

So lifting evening’s pall

will be the nudge we need,

we will stand proud, stand tall,

and let not this day encumber.

We’ll celebrate when night time falls,

please join us in our number!
The New Colossus

"**The New Colossus**" is a sonnet written by Emma Lazarus in 1883 in an attempt to raise funds for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty.

In 1903, the poem was cast onto a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal's lower level.

## Original text

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at 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!"
Thus from my lips

"**Thus from my lips**" is a "hidden" sonnet written by William Shakespeare that consists of a dialogue within Scene 5 of Act One of his 1590s tragedy *Romeo and Juliet*.

It is the second half of a double sonnet that continues from "If I profane."

## Key

Romeo's lines appear in **blue**.

Juliet's lines appear in **green**.

The Nurse's lines appear in **black**.

Benvolio's lines appear in **red**.

## Modern English

Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again. You kiss by the book.

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

What is her mother? Marry, bachelor,

Her mother is the lady of the house,

And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous

I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;

I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

Shall have the chinks. Is she a Capulet?

O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare

"**Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare**" is a sonnet written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

## Original text

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare.

Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,

And lay them prone upon the earth and cease

To ponder on themselves, the while they stare

At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere

In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese

Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release

From dusty bondage into luminous air.

O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day,

When first the shaft into his vision shone

Of light anatomized! Euclid alone

Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they

Who, though once only and then but far away,

Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Da stieg ein Baum

"***Da stieg ein Baum***" is the first poem in Rainer Maria Rilke's *Die Sonette an Orpheus* sonnet cycle.

## Original text

*Da stieg ein Baum. O reine Übersteigung!*

*O Orpheus singt! O hoher Baum im Ohr!*

*Und alles schwieg. Doch selbst in der Verschweigung*

*ging neuer Anfang, Wink und Wandlung vor.*

*Tiere aus Stille drangen aus dem klaren*

*gelösten Wald von Lager und Genist;*

*und da ergab sich, daß sie nicht aus List*

*und nicht aus Angst in sich so leise waren,*

*sondern aus Hören. Brüllen, Schrei, Geröhr*

*schien klein in ihren Herzen. Und wo eben*

*kaum eine Hütte war, dies zu empfangen,*

*ein Unterschlupf aus dunkelstem Verlangen*

*mit einem Zugang, dessen Pfosten beben, –*

*da schufst du ihnen Tempel im Gehör.*

## English translation

There the tree rises. Oh pure surpassing!

Oh Orpheus sings! Oh great tree of sound!

And all is silent, And from this silence arise

New beginnings, intimations, changings.

From the stillness animals throng, out of the clear

Snapping forest of lair and nest;

And thus they are stealthy not from cunning

Not from fear

But to hear. And in their hearts the howling, the cry,

The stag-call seem too little. And where before

Was but the rudest shelter to receive these,

A refuge fashioned out of darkest longing

Entered, tremulo, the doorpost aquiver, -

There You have fashioned them a temple for their hearing.
Rondel prime

A **rondel prime** is a formal French poetic structure consisting of two quatrains and a sestet for a total of fourteen lines, making it the first cousin to both the sonnet and the bref double.

The form includes two rhymes with two of its lines repeated three times each in one of two primary rhyme schemes:

* ***A-B-a-b a-b-A-B a-b-a-b-A-B***
* ***A-B-a-b a-b-A-B a-b-b-a-A-B***

The form is an expansion of the thirteen-line rondel, varying in its use of a third repetition of the ***B*** refrain line.
And you as well must die

"**And you as well must die**" is a sonnet written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

## Original text

And you as well must die, beloved dust,

And all your beauty stand you in no stead,

This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,

This body of flame and steel, before the gust

Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,

Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead

Than the first leaf that fall, --- this wonder fled.

Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.

Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.

In spite of all my love, you will arise

Upon that day and wander down the air

Obscurely as the unattended flower,

It mattering not how beautiful you were,

Or how beloved above all else that dies.
From fairest creatures

"**From fairest creatures**" is the first sonnet written by William Shakespeare, as well as the first of his Fair Youth Sequence and the first of the Procreation Sonnets.

## Original text

From faireꭍt creatures we deꭍire increaꭍe

That thereby beauty's Roꭍe might neuer die

But as the riper ꭍhould by time deꭍease,

His tender heire might beare his memory:

But thou contracted to owne bright eyes,

Feed'ꭍt thy lights flame with ꭍelꭍe ꭍubꭍtantiall fewell

Making a famine where aboundance lies,

Thy ꭍelꭍe thy foe, to thy ꭍweet ꭍelꭍe too cruell:

Thou that art now the worlds freꭍh ornament,

And only herauld to the gaudy ꭍpring,

Within thine owne bud burieꭍt they content,

And tender chorle makꭍt waꭍt in niggarding:

Pitty the world, or elꭍe this glutton be,

To eate the worlds due, by the graue and thee.

## Modern English

From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
Unwitting Heir

"**Unwitting Heir**" is a pentazain written by Anthony J Fuchs on 26 April 2020.

## Original text

I'm not the man I thought I was

     or thought I would become.

I don't know what I am, because

     I'm not where I came from.

The fields of Tipperary bore

     a poet who fled through

the port at Londonderry shore

     aboard the *Montesquieu*.

The steep Salerno hills, beside

     the Tyrrhenian Sea

bore a soldier who wore the pride

     of Southern Italy.

Successor to the days and knights

     and sheriffs of the Ayr

by way of Norman socialites:

     their lost, unwitting heir.

This fragmentary history

     perplexes, yet is some

hereditary mystery

     that's mine to overcome.
Procreation Sonnets

The **Procreation Sonnets**" make up the first seventeen sonnets written by William Shakespeare, and comprise the opening act of the Fair Youth Sequence.

## Sonnets

1. "From fairest creatures"
2. "When forty winters"
3. "Look in thy glass"
4. "Unthrifty loveliness"
5. "Those hours"
6. "Then let not winter's ragged hand deface"
7. "Lo! in the orient"
8. "Music to hear"
9. "Is it for fear"
10. "For shame deny"
11. "As fast as thou shalt wane"
12. "When I do count the clock"
13. "O! that you were your self"
14. "Not from the stars"
15. "When I consider every thing that grows"
16. "But wherefore do not you"
17. "Who will believe my verse"
Narcissist in Charge VI

"**Narcissist in Charge VI**" is the sixth poem in the *Narcissist in Charge* tiara of sonnets published by Lawrence Eberhart on 4 October 2017.

## Original text

VI

It comes from human consciousness, in part,

the urge to hug or shake a friendly hand.

The urge to smile, I think, comes from our heart

and goodness urges us to take a stand.

But conscious will's required to give it weight.

If we've an appetite for brotherhood

our reasons and results will resonate

by sharing joy of doing others good.

Sometimes I want to quit this muddled mess,

just stand aside and let the chaos reign,

but that would yield to his nurtured abscess

and bullies' volume would increase again.

Our humor's something we need never ration

So laugh at "tweets", then spread around compassion.
Sonnet for Osama bin Laden

"**Sonnet for Osama bin Laden**" is a poem written by Edna Sweetlove in 2011 as part of an "insulting sonnets" competition on AllPoetry.com.

## Original text

The world will not forget you, O Osama,

You rubbed the Yankee flag in deepest shit;

To all your people you were a charmer;

At the end you laughed at death, unafraid of it.

No one will forget when the towers crumbled

And the Pentagon's fragile walls were breached;

How the Arab World, so long sore humbled,

Relished the revenge they had beseeched.

Though murdered by a gang of mercenaries,

Shot in the face whilst your daughter wept,

Your name will live on in Islamic memories,

Never from history's page to be swept.

Famed for fighting the Great Satanic foe;

Who next will follow where you dared to go?
Altiorem

**Altiorem**, the Latin word that stands for *"higher"*, is a portal that sorcerers can benefit from in the Noctis Orb. This portal can send a sorcerer to a world that teaches them something that will benefit them in their original dimension.

The location varies depending on the person inside the portal since each individual chooses a different topic/ power to work on.
If I profane

"**If I profane**" is a "hidden" sonnet written by William Shakespeare that consists of a dialogue within Scene 5 of Act One of his 1590s tragedy *Romeo and Juliet*.

It is the first half of a double sonnet that continues into "Thus from my lips."

## Key

Romeo's lines appear in **blue**.

Juliet's lines appear in **green**.

## Modern English

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;

They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Inspiration

"**Inspiration**" is a bref double written by Carol R. Ward on 8 April 2010.

## Original text

The Muse has fled the empty mind,

The pen has stilled, the words are gone.

Inspiration is sadly lacking

A creative dark cloud settles in.

What’s the good of writing blind,

When all conclusions are foregone?

How many trees give up their lives

To find the story from within?

Ideas, not so elusive now,

Flirt within the writer’s mind.

With pen and paper set the snare,

Trap the Muse and wear her skin.

The story’s written and refined,

Once again creation’s pawn.
Word sonnet

A **word sonnet** is a relatively new variation of the traditional form of the sonnet. In essence, it is a fourteen-line poem, with one word set for each line. Concise and usually visual in effect, this "miniature" version can contain one or more sentences, as the articulation requires.

If the fourteen words of a word sonnet consist of seventeen syllables in an observation about a fleeting moment often involving nature, the poem simultaneously becomes a variation on the Japanese haiku form.
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A record of my pain

"**A record of my pain**" is the second sonnet in the *Sonetni venec* cycle written by France Prešeren in 1833 and published on 22 February 1834.

## English translation

A record of my pain and of your praise

Will this be to Slovenes as yet unborn,

When moss shall grow upon my tomb forlorn,

And over all that grieves me and dismays;

And haughty maids with beauty to amaze

Like yours, on hearing these my strains, will scorn

To lock their hearts in armour; they'll adorn

Their love with faithful thoughts and faithful ways.

For all Slovenes will then dawn brighter days

And kindlier stars upon their land will gaze,

More brilliant songs will come with better times.

Yet my songs, too, with sweetly flowing rhymes

May still survive the future's changing phase,

Since from my heart's deep roots have sprung these lays.
Sonnets from the Portuguese

"***Sonnets from the Portuguese***" is a collection of 44 love sonnets written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning in the mid-1840s and published in 1850.

## Sonnets

1. "I thought once how Theocritus had sung"
2. "But only three"
3. "Unlike are we"
4. "Thou hast thy calling"
5. "I lift my heavy heart"
6. "Go from me"
7. "The face of all the world"
8. "What can I give thee back"
9. "Can it be right"
10. "Yet, love, mere love"
11. "And therefore if to love"
12. "Indeed this very love"
13. "And wilt thou have me"
14. "If thou must love me"
15. "Accuse me not"
16. "And yet, because thou overcomest so"
17. "My poet thou canst touch"
18. "I never gave a lock of hair"
19. "The soul’s Rialto"
20. "Beloved, my beloved"
21. "Say over again"
22. "When our two souls stand up"
23. "Is it indeed so?"
24. "Let the world’s sharpness"
25. "A heavy heart"
26. "I lived with visions"
27. "My own Beloved"
28. "My letters!"
29. "I think of thee!"
30. "I see thine image"
31. "Thou comest!"
32. "The first time that the sun rose"
33. "Yes, call me by my pet-name!"
34. "With the same heart"
35. "If I leave all for thee"
36. "When we met first and loved"
37. "Pardon, oh, pardon, "
38. "First time he kissed me"
39. "Because thou hast the power"
40. "Oh, yes! they love"
41. "I thank all who have loved me"
42. "My future will not copy"
43. "How do I love thee?"
44. "Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers"
Edwin Morgan

**Edwin George Morgan** OBE FRSE (*b. 27 April 1920; d. 17 Aug 2010*) was a Scottish poet and translator who was associated with the Scottish Renaissance, and is widely recognized as one of the foremost Scottish poets of the 20th century. In 1999, he was made named the first Glasgow Poet Laureate, and in 2004, he was named as the first Scots Makar.
Narcissist in Charge III

"**Narcissist in Charge III**" is the third poem in the *Narcissist in Charge* tiara of sonnets published by Lawrence Eberhart on 4 October 2017.

## Original text

III

When prejudice and ownership hold sway

we'll learn from him of course, "both sides are nice";

torch waivers shouting, and the KKK

our leader told us that, not once - but twice.

Division's easily sparked by self-served men.

"divide and conquer"'s been a rule of war

and politicians use it now and then.

and clearly for this man, it's worked before.

His second cadre is the really rich.

He promised he'd not act to steal their swag

so they're secure within that favored niche

and they'll support him, though he makes them gag.

It will take time; can't all be done today.

Supremacy is hard to take away
A Slovene wreathe

"**A Slovene wreathe**" is the first sonnet in the *Sonetni venec* cycle written by France Prešeren in 1833 and published on 22 February 1834.

## English translation

A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined,

Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound,

And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound:

Thus are the other harmonies combined.

Now from his source like streams in order wind

The sonnets, and the head of each is found

By the last line of the last sonnet crowned;

This is a semblance of your poet's mind.

From one love all by thoughts arise, and lo!

Whene'er I sleep at night they cease to flow,

But stir when darkness flees before dawn's rays.

You are the Master Theme of my whole life,

Which will be heard when I have ceased my strife -

A record of my pain and of your praise.
Words per line

**Words per line (WPL)** is an analytical metric used in sonnet studies to determine the linguistic density of a poem.

The WPL is determined by dividing the number of words in a sonnet by fourteen. A monosyllabic poem written in iambic pentameter would therefore have a WPL of exactly 10. The fewer words a sonnet contains, the lower its number of words per line will be.

William Shakespeare's sonnet "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?," for example, consists of 114 words in iambic pentameter. Shakespeare's poem thus has a WPL of 8.143. Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet "How do I love thee?" consists of 126 words, and thus has a WPL of 9.000.
On Receiving a Letter Informing Me of the Birth of a Son

"**On Receiving a Letter Informing Me of the Birth of a Son**" is a poem written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge on 1 November 1796.

## Original text

When they did greet me Father, sudden Awe

Weigh'd down my spirit! I retired and knelt

Seeking the throne of grace, but inly felt

No heavenly visitation upwards draw

My feeble mind, nor cheering ray impart.

Ah me! before the Eternal Sire I brought

The unquiet silence of confused Thought

And shapeless feelings: my o'erwhelmed Heart

Trembled: & vacant tears stream'd down my face.

And now once more, O Lord! to thee I bend,

Lover of souls! and groan for future grace,

That, ere my Babe youth's perilous maze have trod,

Thy overshadowing Spirit may descend

And he be born again, a child of God!
Fourteen Sonnets

"***Fourteen Sonnets***" is a sonnet cycle written by William Lisle Bowles in 1789.

## Poems

1. "As slow I climb"
2. "Written at Bamborough Castle"
3. "O thou, whose stern command"
4. "To the River Wenbeck"
5. "To the River Tweed"
6. "Evening"
7. "At a Village in Scotland"
8. "To the River Itchin, Near Winton"
9. "O Poverty!"
10. "On Dover Cliffs"
11. "Written at Ostend"
12. "Written at a Convent"
13. "O Time!"
14. "On a Distant View of England"
Just Some Nonsense Nothing To See Here

"**Just Some Nonsense Nothing To See Here**" is a freestyle sonnet written by Raven Mack on 7 March 2017.

## Original Text

Too woke to wikileak hashtag resistance Pence

with heavy heart I must announce celebrities

Žižek-plex product placement tests; grass greener fence

driven thru with new Acura integrities

zero percent financing - eighty-five percent

like buttons clicked hard with truth to power fingers

fat as milk and honey myths text books heaven-spent

'til pomp and happenstance ceremony lingers

in flat paper degrees (matte framed for perspective);

woke as fuck woker than wokest animated

GIF hollow graphic universe; reddit-tective

faux-woke psy-ops counter attacks decimated

cognizant abilities to behold pale horse

in fool details; woke as fuck by digital force
For the Poor

"**For the Poor**" is a pentazain written by William Cowper.

## Original text

When Hagar found the bottle spent

     And wept o'er Ishmael,

A message from the Lord was sent

     To guide her to a well.

Should not Elijah's cake and cruse

     Convince us at this day,

A gracious God will not refuse

     Provisions by the way?

His saints and servants shall be fed,

     The promise is secure;

"Bread shall be given them," as He said,

     "Their water shall be sure."

Repasts far richer they shall prove,

     Than all earth's dainties are;

'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,

     Though in the meanest fare.

To Jesus then your trouble bring,

     Nor murmur at your lot;

While you are poor and He is King,

     You shall not be forgot.
Io m'aggio posto

"**Io m'aggio posto**" is a 13th century Italian sonnet written by Giacomo da Lentini

## Original Text

*Io m'aggio posto in core ad Dio servire,*

*Com'io potesse gire in paradiso,*

*Al santo loco, c'aggio audito dire,*

*O' si mantien sollazzo, gioco e riso.*

*Sanza mia donna non vi voria gire,*

*Quella c'à blonda testa e claro viso,*

*Che sanza lei non poteria gaudere,*

*Estando da la mia donna diviso.*

*Ma no lo dico a tale intendimento,*

*Perch'io pecato ci volesse fare;*

*Se non veder lo suo bel portamento*

*E lo bel viso e 'l morbido sguardare:*

*Che'l mi teria in gran consolamento,*

*Vaggendo la mia donna in ghiora stare.*

## English translation

I have set my heart on serving God,

So that I may go to Paradise,

To the holy place I have heard people speak about,

Where pleasure, joy and merriment never cease.

Without my lady, I would not want to go there,

The one who has blond hair and a shining brow,

For without her, I could not have any joy,

Being separated from my lady.

But I am not saying this with the intention

That I might want to commit a sin there;

But only in order to see her dignified bearing

And the beautiful face and the sweet gaze,

For I would consider it a great consolation,

Beholding my lady standing in glory.
Petrarchan Sonnet

The **Petrarchan Sonnet** is a variation on the sonnet form created and named after Italian writer Francesco Petrarca.

The variant is usually composed in hendecasyllabe, and consists of an opening octave and a concluding sestet with any of several rhyme-schemes including:

* ***a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a-c-d-c-d-c-d***
* ***a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a-c-d-d-c-d-d***
* ***a-b-b-a-a-b-b-a-c-d-e-c-d-e***
The Sound of the Sea

"**The Sound of the Sea**" is a sonnet written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

## Original text

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,

And round the pebbly beaches far and wide

I heard the first wave of the rising tide

Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;

A voice out of the silence of the deep,

A sound mysteriously multiplied

As of a cataract from the mountain's side,

Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.

So comes to us at times, from the unknown

And inaccessible solitudes of being,

The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;

And inspirations, that we deem our own,

Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing

Of things beyond our reason or control.
Ozymandius

"**Ozymandius**" is a sonnet written by Percy Bysshe Shelley on 11 January 1818 under the pseudonym of "Glirastes."

## Original text

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.
The House of Socrates

"**The House of Socrates**" is a pentazain written by Anne Kingsmill Finch.

## Original text

FOR Socrates a House was built,

     Of but inferiour Size;

Not highly Arch'd, nor Carv'd, nor Gilt;

     The Man, 'tis said, was Wise.

But Mob despis'd the little Cell,

     That struck them with no Fear;

Whilst Others thought, there should not dwell

     So great a Person there.

How shou'd a due Recourse be made

     To One, so much Admir'd?

Where shou'd the spacious Cloth be laid,

     Or where the Guests retir'd?

Believe me, quoth the list'ning Sage,

     'Twas not to save the Charge;

That in this over-building Age,

     My House was not more large.

But this for faithful Friends, and kind,

     Was only meant by me;

Who fear that what too streight you find,

     Must yet contracted be.
Sonetni venec

***Sonetni venec*** (English: ***Sonnet Wreath***, sometimes translated ***A Wreath of Sonnets*** or ***A Garland of Sonnets***) is a crown of sonnets written by France Prešeren and published on 22 February 1834.

## Sonnets

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2. "A record of my pain"
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I shall go back again to the bleak shore

"**I shall go back again to the bleak shore**" is a sonnet written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

## Original text

I shall go back again to the bleak shore

And build a little shanty on the sand

In such a way that the extremest band

Of brittle seaweed will escape my door

But by a yard or two, and nevermore

Shall I return to take you by the hand;

I shall be gone to what I understand

And happier than I ever was before.

The love that stood a moment in your eyes,

The words that lay a moment on your tongue,

Are one with all that in a moment dies,

A little under-said and over-sung;

But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies

Unchanged from what they were when I was young.
Glasgow Sonnet i

"**Glasgow Sonnet i**" is a sonnet written by Edwin Morgan in 1990.

## Original text

A mean wind wanders through the backcourt trash.

Hackles on puddles rise, old mattresses

puff briefly and subside. Play-fortresses

of brick and bric-a-brac spill out some ash.

Four storeys have no windows left to smash,

but in the fifth a chipped sill buttresses

mother and daughter the last mistresses

of that black block condemned to stand, not crash.

Around them the cracks deepen, the rats crawl.

The kettle whimpers on a crazy hob.

Roses of mould grow from ceiling to wall.

The man lies late since he has lost his job,

smokes on one elbow, letting his coughs fall

thinly into an air too poor to rob.
A Ballad of the Two Knights

"**A Ballad of the Two Knights**" is a pentazain written by Sara Teasdale.

## Original text

Two knights rode forth at early dawn

     A-seeking maids to wed,

Said one, "My lady must be fair,

     With gold hair on her head."

Then spake the other knight-at-arms:

     "I care not for her face,

But she I love must be a dove

     For purity and grace."

And each knight blew upon his horn

     And went his separate way,

And each knight found a lady-love

     Before the fall of day.

But she was brown who should have had

     The shining yellow hair --

I ween the knights forgot their words

     Or else they ceased to care.

For he who wanted purity

     Brought home a wanton wild,

And when each saw the other knight

     I ween that each knight smiled.
Waiting Prognosis

"**Waiting Prognosis**" is a "blues sonnet" written by Judi Van Gorder on 18 May 2007:

## Original text

Our baby has a cloud above her head

yes baby has a cloud above her head

she lies in peaceful sleep upon her bed.

Too young to fear the threat we've come to know

too young, no fear of threat we've come to know.

but fear invades and takes our spirits low.

We mark the time and wait to hear the news,

we mark the time and pace awaiting news.

The music plays today, a mournful blues.

I try to focus, write of my lament.

How can I focus writing my lament,

when baby wakes and coos in her content.

The light that shines within her toothless smile

ignites a hope that holds off fear awhile.
The Sorcerer

"**The Sorcerer**" is a heroic crown of fifteen sonnets written by Lisa Morris in 2014.

## Sonnets

* "The sorcerer lived weary and alone"
* "He gathered wood"
* "He made a spell"
* "His heart was set"
* "The smoke rose up"
* "He saw the girl"
* "Her eyes were bright"
* "Within his arms"
* "She kissed his lips"
* "He led her off to bed"
* "She ever had a kindness"
* "He ever kept her safe"
* "They lived in Fairyland"
* "His heart was full"
* "The sorcerer lived weary and alone;
A Merchant Mariner

"**A Merchant Mariner**" is a bref double written by Lawrence Eberhart on 18 April 2014.

## Original text

A soliloquy mumbled while aboard a ship

addressed issues encountered by conscripted men:

the comforts found in surroundings I’d known, no thoughts

of danger real or imagined- not everyday.

With thoughts of carnality, adventure, hardship,

rewards of sharing bounty, succeeding and then

returning home after I’ve traveled, unraveled

the wonderful mystr’ies that might hold me in sway.

The captain, querulous, demands most constant yield

from every man. The old first mate so hates the king

he wrings more than mere duty from men on his watch.

The nation we’re helping will repay us some day.

I came home a hero. It was quite a long trip.

But now that those days are passed, I’d do it again.
Bref double

A **bref double** is a formal French poetic structure consisting of three quatrains and a final couplet for a total of fourteen lines, making it the first cousin to both the sonnet and the rondel prime.

The form includes three rhymes in nine or ten of its lines, meaning that four or five lines do not rhyme. As with the sonnet, multiple rhyme schemes for the *bref double* have been proposed and written, including:

* ***a-x-b-c x-a-x-c a-x-a-b a-b***
* ***a-x-b-c x-a-x-c b-x-x-c a-b***
* ***a-x-x-b c-x-x-b a-c-x-b a-c***
Sonnet cycle

A **sonnet cycle** or **sonnet sequence** is a group of sonnets, arranged to address a particular person or theme, and designed to be read both as a collection of fully realized individual poems and as a single poetic work comprising all the individual sonnets.

## Types

The crown of sonnets consists of 14 sonnets linked by repeated final lines; the **heroic crown** includes a 15th mastersonnet comprised of lines from the preceding 14 sonnets.

The truncated tiara of sonnets consists of seven sonnets linked by repeated final lines and an eighth reprise sonnet comprised of lines 1 and 5 of the preceding seven sonnets.
Eve

**Eve** is a returning planet from KSP 1, and is the second planet of the Kerbol system. It has a purple color with a thick, toxic atmosphere. It has one moon, Gilly, and functions as the analogue for the real life planet Venus. The planet features a higher gravity than Kerbin, making it much more difficult to successfully land and liftoff from.

## Synopsis

*"Eve's gorgeous cloud cover, picturesque liquid-sulfur oceans, and cute moon give the impression of an ideal tourist hotspot. Unfortunately, Eve's intense gravitational pull and dense, high-pressure atmosphere tend to turn visits into one-way trips. As our engineers say, "Come for the views, stay because your ship exploded on entry.""*
I Did Not Go

"**I Did Not Go**" is a "refrain sonnet" written by Lisa Morris in 2017.

## Original text

I did not go with thoughts of turning back;

regret is something I so little know,

though now green fields lay spread with loss’ snow,

I still take joy in leaving my boot-tracks.

I did not go because I hoped he’d change,

or more, to watch another flower blow;

I find new blooms all places that I sow;

I need not leave my footpath, or its range.

I did not go to only come again;

the stars above are hopeful in their glow

because I fled his murky undertow

and found myself, and God, and better men.

But if he calls for me in words sweet, low,

please tell him I’ve forgotten all, and grow.
How do I love thee?

"**How do I love thee?**" is an sonnet published in 1850 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning as the 43rd poem in her "Sonnets from the Portuguese" cycle.

## Original text

XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

## In popular culture

The opening line of the sonnet appears in the 1988 Touchstone film *Who Framed Roger Rabbit.*
Multiplayer

An image, possibly showing multiplayer, in KSP 2

Multiplayer is a feature that will be in Kerbal Space Program 2. While it's not known how many players multiplayer will support, it will most likely be either 2 players or between 2-4 players. So far, most original ksp players have shown support for multiplayer coming to KSP 2. A few though, have mixed feelings about multiplayer, stating that the multiplayer system might break certain parts of the game if issues aren't fixed like time warp with multiple players. As we get more details on this and other upcoming features for KSP 2, more information will be added.

## Description

From the game's steam page, the description about multiplayer reads:

"As well as deliver on the long-requested addition of multiplayer. Soon players will be able to share the challenges of deep space exploration. More details on these features will be revealed at a later time."

More Info About Multiplayer, From A KSP Loading Article, Reads: "Soon players will be able to share the challenges of deep space exploration. We’ll reveal more details on these and more features at a later time, so stay tuned!
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines

"**I will put Chaos into fourteen lines**" is a sonnet written by Edna St. Vincent Millay

## Original text

I will put Chaos into fourteen lines

And keep him there; and let him thence escape

If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape

Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs

Will strain to nothing in the strict confines

Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape,

I hold his essence and amorphous shape,

Till he with Order mingles and combines.

Past are the hours, the years of our duress,

His arrogance, our awful servitude:

I have him. He is nothing more nor less

Than something simple not yet understood;

I shall not even force him to confess;

Or answer. I will only make him good.
Miscellaneous Files

Here is a page of miscellaneous content 'datamined' from the unity assets. Anything here is peculiar in some form or another and is solely meant to educate and inspire discovery into the content of KSP 2.

Currently there is the following content found within the files:

Geosphere 1000m.

Duna easter eggs

-Builders

-Tree

-Fragments

Minmus Easter Eggs

-Minmus Monument

-Balancing Rock Anomaly

Vall Easter Eggs

-Lake (legitimate lake on vall?)

Tylo Easter Eggs

-Ramp Rock Anomaly

-Tylo Monument (Rock1 & Statue)

Dres Easter Eggs

-Dresteroids

Bop Easter Eggs

-Sailing Stones (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailing\_stones)

!WIP!
Syllables per word

**Syllables per word (SPW)** is an analytical metric used in sonnet studies to determine the linguistic density of a poem.

The SPW is determined by dividing the number of syllables in a poem by the number of words in that poem. A monosyllabic poem would therefore have an SPW of exactly 1, since each word would contain a single syllable and the number of words and number of syllables would be equal. The fewer words a sonnet contains, the higher its number of syllables per word will be.

William Shakespeare's sonnet "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?," for example, consists of 114 words and a total of 140 syllables in iambic pentameter. Shakespeare's poem thus has an SPW of 1.227. Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet "How do I love thee?" consists of 126 words and a total of 141 syllables (line five contains eleven syllables), and thus has an SPW of 1.119.
Lines Composed on April 23, 2016, on the 400th Anniversary of His Death

"**Lines Composed on April 23, 2016, on the 400th Anniversary of His Death**" is a sonnet written by Wilude Scabere on 23 April 2016, and play's against William Shakespeare's Sonnet #18.

## Original text

Shall I compare his language to a grave?

It is more lively and more flowery.

His rough-shook words refuse to be death’s slave.

No tomb’s as showy or so showery.

A sepulchre, though hard as rock, erodes,

and shrines do often lose their lustre’s prime,

while monuments, though nice, make poor abodes,

and sadly catacombs decay in time.

But Shakespeare’s language will not go away.

Unceasingly, his lines play in the mind.

They pop up even on a summer’s day.

Unlike a crypt, they will not stay behind.

Alas, poor Oracle, his song goes on,

despite all efforts of oblivion.

## References

* Thirty-one Sonnets: Renaissance to New Millennial
No te amo como si fueras rosa

"**No te amo como si fueras rosa**" is a love sonnet written by Pablo Neruda.

## Original Text

*No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio*

*o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:*

*te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,*

*secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.*

*Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva*

*dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,*

*y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo*

*el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.*

*Te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de donde,*

*te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:*

*así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,*

*sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,*

*tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,*

*tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño*

## English translation

I don ’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
Leda and the Swan

"**Leda and the Swan**" is a sonnet written by William Butler Yeats and published in the *Dial* in 1923.

## Original text

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still

Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed

By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,

He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push

The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?

And how can body, laid in that white rush,

But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there

The broken wall, the burning roof and tower

And Agamemnon dead.

                                        Being so caught up,

So mastered by the brute blood of the air,

Did she put on his knowledge with his power

Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
As slow I climb

"**As slow I climb**" is an sonnet published in 1789 by William Lisle Bowles as the first poem in his "Fourteen Sonnets" cycle.

## Original text

SONNET I.

As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,

Much musing on the track of terror past

When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast,

Pleas'd I look back, and view the tranquil tide,

That laves the pebbled shore; and now the beam

Of evening smiles on the grey battlement,

And yon forsaken tow'r, that time has rent.

The lifted oar far oft with silver gleam

Is touch'd, and the hush'd billows seem to sleep.

Sooth'd by the scene, ev'n thus on sorrow's breast

A kindred stillness steals and bids her rest;

Whilst the weak winds that sigh along the deep,

The ear, like lullabies of pity, meet,

Singing her saddest notes of farewell sweet.
Dayton

"**Dayton**" is a bref double written by Robert Lee Brewer on 6 May 2014.

## Original text

he lived in a city

made of elevators

and dead end alleyways

all was a box or trap

even the kids knew life

by its fistfights and strays

cats and dogs chased across

the corporation map

his first kiss was a lie

but one that was pretty

his teenage love affairs

flew through him in a snap

leaving him with gritty

women and one-act plays
Linguistic Silhouette

"**Linguistic Silhouette**" is a sonnet written between February 16th and February 21st of 2016 by Anthony J Fuchs.

The poem makes heavy reference to Macbeth's "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" soliloquy from Act V, Scene 5 of William Shakespeare's 1606 *Tragedy of Macbeth*, as well as referring briefly to Hamlet's "to be, or not to be soliloquy from Act 3, Scene 1 of Shakespeare's 1601 *Tragedy of Hamlet*.

Containing exactly 100 words, it is also an example of a drabble.
On A Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the Deserts of Egypt, with the Inscription Inserted Below

"**On A Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the Deserts of Egypt, with the Inscription Inserted Below**" is a sonnet written by Horace Smith on 1 February 1818, and was originally titled "**Ozymandius**."

## Original text

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,

Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws

The only shadow that the Desert knows:—

"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,

"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows

The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—

Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose

The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and some Hunter may express

Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness

Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,

He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess

What powerful but unrecorded race

Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
Valenz Senher

"**Valenz Senher**" is an Occitan sonnet written by Paolo Lanfranchi da Pistoia in 1284.

## Original Text

*Valenz Senher, rei dels Aragones*

*a qi prez es honors tut iorn enansa,*

*remembre vus, Senher, del Rei franzes*

*qe vus venc a vezer e laiset Fransa*

*Ab dos sos fillz es ab aqel d'Artes;*

*hanc no fes colp d'espaza ni de lansa*

*e mainz baros menet de lur paes:*

*jorn de lur vida said n'auran menbransa.*

*Nostre Senhier faccia a vus compagna*

*per qe en ren no vus qal[la] duptar;*

*tals quida hom qe perda qe gazaingna.*

*Seigner es de la terra e de la mar,*

*per qe lo Rei Engles e sel d'Espangna*

*ne varran mais, si.ls vorres aiudar.*

## English translation

Valiant Lord, king of the Aragonese

to whom honour grows every day closer,

remember, Lord, the French king

that has come to find you and has left France

With his two sons and that one of Artois;

but they have not dealt a blow with sword or lance

and many barons have left their country:

but a day will come when they will have some to remember.

Our Lord make yourself a company

in order that you might fear nothing;

that one who would appear to lose might win.

Lord of the land and the sea,

as whom the king of England and that of Spain

are not worth as much, if you wish to help them.
Duna

**Duna** is a small, dry planet and the fourth planet in the Kerbolar System, and functions as the Mars analog. Its orbital eccentricity and inclination are similar to Kerbin's, making it a relatively easy destination for interplanetary ships to reach from Kerbin. It features a thin atmosphere and a relatively massive moon, Ike.

## Synopsis

*"Duna, The Reddest Planet, has long been an object of study and inspiration to Kerbal scientists and artists alike! Its thin, low-pressure atmosphere allows for both aerobraking and relatively easy access to its surface. Kerbal researches and sci-fi writers often discuss the discoveries that could be waiting for them in the planet's polar ice caps or on Duna's tidally locked moon, Ike."*
Linguistic density

**Linguistic density** is an analytical metric used in sonnet studies to express the grammatical and phonetic quality of a poem in terms of a percentage.

Density is determined by dividing a poem's words per line by its syllables per word, dividing that product by its syllables per line, and subtracting that product from one. In other words:

* ***1 - ((WPL/SPW)/SPL)***

The fewer words a sonnet contains, the higher its density will be.

William Shakespeare's sonnet "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?," for example, consists of 114 words in iambic pentameter. Shakespeare's poem thus has an SPW of 1.228 and a WPL of 8.143, giving it a density of 33.69%. Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet "How do I love thee?" consists of 126 words, and thus has an SPW of 1.119 and a WPL of 9.000, giving it a density of 19.57%.

Anthony J Fuchs's sonnet "True Self," an example of a maximal sonnet, consists of 140 monosyllabic words in iambic pentameter. Fuchs's poem thus has an SPW of 1.000 and a WPL of 10.000, giving it a density of 0.00%.
Pentazain

A **pentazain** is a newly-defined variation of the traditional form of the sonnet.

More accurately described as a "reconstituted sonnet," the form consists of five quatrains in common metre – alternating lines of eight and six syllables – for a total of 140 syllables arranged into twenty lines rather than fourteen.

## Examples

* "A Ballad of the Two Knights," by Sara Teasdale
* "For the Poor," by William Cowper
* "Unwitting Heir," by Anthony J Fuchs
* "The Rose of Midnight," by Vachel Lindsay