Mood: the atmosphere, feeling, or emotion in a poem
Poems:
"When This is Over" by Laura Fanucci "Invitation" by Shel Silverstein "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe "Hope is the Thing With Feathers" by Emily Dickinson "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost "Did I Miss Anything?" by Tom Wayman "The Trouble With Poetry" by Billy Collins "I, Too" by Langston Hughes "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks "Oh Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman "The Road Not taken" by Robert Frost "If" by Rudyard Kipling "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll "I Hear America Singing" by Walt Whitman "Sonnet 29" by William Shakespeare (see below for interpretation :) |
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Mood/Tone words
Positive: excited hopeful cheerful humorous encouraging inviting/welcoming optimistic playful romantic sarcastic silly/whimsical Neutral: wistful/wishful/longing pensive/thoughtful serious/solemn Negative: angry bitter creepy/eerie desperate disappointed doubtful fearful foreboding/ominous gloomy haughty/proud mocking impatient mournful melancholy/sad prideful scornful skeptical threatening uneasy/worried |
Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. |
Interpretation
When I feel like everything is going wrong, and everyone is critical I feel sad about it I pray, but it sounds like no one is listening (this line is pretty clear) I wish I was more like someone who is hopeful I looked like him and had friends like him I'm jealous of what other people have and the things I usually enjoy, I don't anymore But when I'm thinking about this and almost despise myself I think about you happily, and then I start to feel (like a bird in the early morning from the bad-tempered, gloomy earth) feels like singing in heaven because remembering your love makes me feel rich and I wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world. |