Foregrounding in poetry-where can u find deviation or parallelisim in this?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? a

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a

And summer's lease hath all too short a date: b



Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, c

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; d

And every fair from fair sometime declines, c

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; d

But thy eternal summer shall not fade e

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; f

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, e

When in eternal lines to time thou growest: f



So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, g

So long lives this and this gives life to thee. G



The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement and gave rise to so many strange conjectures.

Foregrounding in poetry-where can u find deviation or parallelisim in this?
Well the sonnet by Shakespeare is talking about how the beauty of this picture which he sees is eternal and will not fade. He contrasts the beauty of this painting to the beauty ofa summer's day and concludes by suggesting that the picture will ever remain beautiful whereas "summer's lease hath all too short a date."



The parallels with "The Picture of Dorian Grey" is obvious. His portrait is the most beautiful creation of art. It captures perfectly his youth and vitality. Now the diversion comes with the twist in the story. He covets the eternal beauty of the picture and wishes that he could remain forever young and beautiful and for the portrait to bear the burden of ageing. This throws the idea of Shakespeare's on it's head by having the inanimate become imperfect and the natural figure of Dorian remain perfect in physical appearance forever.