Pemberley (Lyme Park, Cheshire)

Pemberley (Lyme Park, Cheshire)
Oh, to be in England...

Monday, March 5, 2012

Sense and Sensibility Poetry

Sense and Sensibility 1995

No voice divine the storm allay'd,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch'd from all effectual aid,
We perish'd, each alone;
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he.
"The Castaway" (1799), lines 61-66
William Cowper 



 Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb,
That but itself and darkness nought doth show,
It is my love's being yet it cannot die,
Nor will it change, though all be changed beside;
Though fairest beauty be no longer fair,
Though vows be false, and faith itself deny,
Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide,
And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.

Sonnet VII
Hartley Coleridge


Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

Sonnet 116,
William Shakespeare

Of things vnseene how canst thou deeme aright,
Then answered the righteous Artegall,
Sith thou misdeem'st so much of things in sight?
What though the sea with waues continuall
Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all:
Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought,
For whatsoeuer from one place doth fall,
Is with the tide vnto an other brought:
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

The Faerie Queen excerpt, 1590
Edmund Spenser




Well you can tell what sort of mood I was in tonight can't you? (Heaving heavy sigh of satisfaction.)

Thanks so much to Jane Austen, Emma Thompson and some of the great English poets.

9 comments:

  1. I can clearly picture every scene from the movie associated with each poem:) Thanks Jenny!

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  2. What a lovely post. Is the excerpt from The Faerie Queen in the Emma Thompson movie? I don't remember that bit.

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    1. Hi Jane. Picture the scene at the end where Colonel Brandon and Marianne are out on the lawn at Barton Cottage and she is wearing that fabulous straw bonnet (see last photo above). He is reading her the very end of that excerpt.
      "For there is nothing lost...that may be found...if sought..."-sigh!

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  3. How ironic, after watching this last week I was in the mood for poetry. I chose Emily Dickinson though for something a bit simpler.

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  4. Oh, I love this post so much, I'm going to bookmark it so I can come back again and again. Thank you!

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  5. Thanks for this! I love this movie and I am SO GLAD to have the references for the poems. I'm not usually much of a poetry fan but I really like every one of these!

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  6. Thank you for this. It made my day. Still grieving Alan Rickman so everything "Sense and Sensibility" helps. Especially the poem Brandon reads to Marianne. :-)

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    1. I am still feeling the loss of Alan Rickman as well. I love when he says "No, I must away". May have to watch again tonight!

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