Sonnet 17
Richard Barnefield
1574 to 1627
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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His mouth a Hive, his tongue a hony-combe,
His love-enticing delicate soft limbs,
With lovely tincture which Apollo's dims.
His lips ripe strawberries in nectar wet,
Might not compare with his pure ivorie white,
On whose faire front a poet's pen may write,
Be slow to love, and quicke to hate, enduring?
Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
His cheeks, the lillie and carnation dies,
His teeth pure pearle in blushing correll set.
Where Muses (like bees) make their mansion.
Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazine eies:
Whose roseate red excels the crimson grape,
Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,