Italian sonnet ( love poem)

The Soldier

BY RUPERT BROOKE

If I should die, think only this of me: 

      That there’s some corner of a foreign field 

That is for ever England. There shall be 

      In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; 

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, 

      Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; 

A body of England’s, breathing English air, 

      Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. 

And think, this heart, all evil shed away, 

      A pulse in the eternal mind, no less 

            Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; 

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; 

      And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, 

            In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Spiritual 

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,

      And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!

With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,

      To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,

Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary;

      Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,

And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,

      And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,

      Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,

            Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;

Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there,

      But only agony, and that has ending;

            And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

Rhymes 

Keywords

Repetition

Similies

jargon examples

11:12

Tennis jargon:

Back hand

Fore hand

Smash

Top spin

Volley

Doubles

Singles

15-30-40

Duce

Match point

Base line

T-line

Serve

Ace

 Jargon definition:

There are two types of jargon inclusive and exclusive

inclusive: is naming names to help you understand the terms better.
exclusive: is names of medical or scientific terms that are there for you to learn

My monologue

It's funny... I thought if you could hear me, I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, you'll have a mum and dad, and you won't even remember me. Well, you'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. But that's okay: we're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, you'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would've had. Never had. In your dreams, they'll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond... and the days that never came. The cracks are closing. But they can't close properly 'til I'm on the other side. I don't belong here anymore. I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye-bye, Pond.


Pink: Naming
Red: Repetition
Orange: questioning
Green: Metaphor
Blue: Sophisticated syntax
Blue underlined: Simple diction
Light blue: uses repetition and contrast 
light red: powerful words