- description
- # Sonnet 39
## Overview
Sonnet 39 is a poem extracted from a larger text file as part of a digital workflow. It is identified by its title "Sonnet 39" and consists of 14 lines of verse.
## Context
This sonnet is part of the [Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)](arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF) poetry collection, which contains facsimile editions of William Shakespeare's works. The text of Sonnet 39 was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is also associated with the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It follows [Sonnet 38](arke:01KG6S4BK3WEMH9GNN3ZK5HV1E) and precedes [Sonnet 40](arke:01KG6S4BK7YHM7NM0YT7A64E7Q) within the collection.
## Contents
Sonnet 39 explores themes of self-praise, separation, and the nature of love in absence. The speaker questions how they can praise the beloved when the beloved is "all the better part of me," suggesting a deep connection where praising the other is akin to praising oneself. The poem then proposes a temporary division to allow the speaker to give the beloved the "due" they deserve alone. Absence, initially seen as a torment, is reframed as a "sweet leave" that allows for contemplation and deception through thoughts of love, ultimately teaching how to make "one twaine, By praising him here who doth hence remaine."
- description_generated_at
- 2026-01-30T06:26:20.676Z
- description_model
- gemini-2.5-flash-lite
- description_title
- Sonnet 39
- end_line
- 10913
- extracted_at
- 2026-01-30T06:23:29.732Z
- extracted_by
- structure-extraction-lambda
- start_line
- 10895
- text
- H how thy worth with manners may I singe,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine ownie praise to mine owne selfe bring;
And what is’t but mine owne when I praise thee,
Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,
And our deare loue loose name of single one,
That by this seperation I may giue:
That due to thee which thou deseru’lt alone:
Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue,
To entertain the time with thoughts of loue,
V
Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue,
And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,
By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
40
T
- title
- Sonnet 39