From 2926e9e3d3e9decc0d148b9234c2e475c778f14b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: cyfraeviolae Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2022 00:09:05 -0400 Subject: poems --- static/poems.js | 46 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 46 insertions(+) (limited to 'static') diff --git a/static/poems.js b/static/poems.js index b60f31b..edbd1e5 100644 --- a/static/poems.js +++ b/static/poems.js @@ -520,10 +520,56 @@ In every gesture dignity and love. `, "link": "https://www.bartleby.com/360/2/277.html", }, + { + "line": "Take all my loves my love yea take them all".split(' '), + "renderLine": "Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all", + "scansion": 'x / x / x / x / x /', + "title": "Sonnet 40", + "collection": null, + "author": "William Shakespeare", + "meter": "iambic pentameter", + "ctx": ` +Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all: +What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? +No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call— +All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. +Then if for my love thou my love receivest, +I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest; +But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest +By wilful taste of what thyself refusest. +I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief, +Although thou steal thee all my poverty; +And yet love knows it is a greater grief +To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury. + Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows, + Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.`, + "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50426/sonnet-40-take-all-my-loves-my-love-yea-take-them-all", + }, + { + "line": "I seek with garlands to redress that wrong".split(' '), + "renderLine": "I seek with garlands to redress that wrong", + "scansion": 'x / x /x / x/ x /', + "title": "The Coronet", + "collection": null, + "author": "Andrew Marvell", + "meter": "iambic pentameter", + "ctx": ` +When for the thorns with which I long, too long, +With many a piercing wound, +My Saviour’s head have crowned, +I seek with garlands to redress that wrong: +Through every garden, every mead, +I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers), +Dismantling all the fragrant towers +That once adorned my shepherdess’s head. +`, + "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48328/the-coronet", + }, ] /* { "line": "".split(' '), + "renderLine": "", "scansion": '', "title": "", "collection": null, -- cgit v1.2.3