English exam 2 quotes from class

In May, when every lusty heart flourisheth and burgeoneth, for as the season is lusty to behold and comfortable, so man and woman rejoiceth and gladdeth of summer coming with his fresh flowers; for winter with his rough winds and blasts causeth lusty men and women to cower and to sit fast by the fire—so this season it befell in the month of May a great anger and unhap that stinted not till the flower of chivalry of all the world was destroyed and slain.

Morte Darthur Sir Thomas Malory 1485

Busirane

Abuse + Reign

Leave, Lady! in your glasse of cristall clene Your goodly selfe for evermore to vew, And in my selfe, (my inward selfe I meane,) Most lively lyke behold your semblant trew. Within my hart, though hardly it can shew Thing so divine to vew of earthly eye, The fayre idea of your celestiall hew And every part remaines immortally: And were it not that through your cruelty With sorrow dimmed and deform'd it were, The goodly ymage of your visnomy*, Clearer than cristall, would therein appere. But if your selfe in me ye playne will see, Remove the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be.

Amoretti 45 Edmund Spenser 16th Century

Britomart

Brit(ish) + Mart(ial)

her eyes are like suns her teeth are like pearls her breasts are like globes her hair is like a golden net her brows are like Cupid's bows

Charles Sorel, The Extravagant Shepherd, 1654 (an "anti-romance")

And all about, the glistring walles were hong With warlike spoiles, and victorious prayes, *praise/preys Of mighty Conquerours and Captaines strong, Which were whilome captivèd in their dayes To cruell love . .

Edmund Spenser 1590/1596 Book 3 Canto 12

Her brest all naked, as net ivory . . . [was despoiled quite] . . . And a wide wound therein (O ruefull sight) Entrenchèd deepe with knife accursèd keene, Yet freshly bleeding forth her fainting spright, (The worke of Cruell hand) was to be seene, That dyde in sanguine red her skin all snowy cleene. At that wide orifice her trembling hart Was drawne forth, and in silver basin layd, Quite through transfixèd with a deadly dart, And in her bloud yet steeming fresh embay

Edmund Spenser 1590/1596 Book 3 Canto 12 Verses 20 & 21

the sword began to wilt into gory icicles to slather and thaw. It was a wonderful thing, the way it all melted as ice melts when the Father eases the fetters off the frost and unravels the water-ropes .

Epic simile from Beowulf

Sir Thomas Malory's Style

Level of style: "plain" Tone: terse Syntax: parataxis Vocabulary: small Description: little Tropes: few Speech: often dominates Favorite terms: titles proper names kinship designators

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked any thing. A guest, I answered, worthy to be here: Love said, You shall be he. I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I? Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame Go where it doth deserve. And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame? My dear, then I will serve. You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: So I did sit and eat.

Love bade me welcome George Herbert 17th century

O Lord, in me there lieth naught, But to thy search revealèd lies: For when I sit Thou markest it; No less thou notest when I rise: Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to thine eyes

Mary Sidney Psalm 139 16th century

O curse of marriage! That we can call these delicate creatures ours And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad And live upon the vapor of a dungeon Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.

Othello William Shakespeare Performed: 1622 Composition: 1603/04

Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil; The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus And spend your rich opinion for the name Of a night brawler? Give me answer to it. (2.3.187)

Othello William Shakespeare Performed: 1622 Composition: 1603/04

If I have any grace or power to move you, (+) His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, (+) That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, (+) I have no judgment in an honest face. I prithee call him back. (3.3.45)

Othello - Desdemona William Shakespeare Performed: 1622 Composition: 1603/04

Dangerous conceits* are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little, act upon the blood [and] Burn like the mines of sulphur

Othello - Iago William Shakespeare Performed: 1622 Composition: 1603/04

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time. Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, And thou by that small hurt hath cashiered Cassio. Though other things grow fair against the sun, Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe. Content thyself awhile. By the Mass, tis morning! Pleasure and action make the hours seem short . . . (2.3.362)

Othello - Iago William Shakespeare Performed: 1622 Composition: 1603/04

Farewell content ! . . . And O you mortal engines whose rude throats Th'immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

Othello --> example of apostrophe/shifting POV

. . . he in delight IV.497 Both of her beauty and submissive charms Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds that Shed May flowers, and pressed her matron lip With kisses pure: aside the Devil turned For envy, yet with jealous leer malign Eyed them askance, and to himself thus plained, "Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two Imparadised in one another's arms The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill Of bliss on bliss, while I to hell am thrust . . .

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books)

Satan: "Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two Imparadised in one another's arms The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill Of bliss on bliss, while I to hell am thrust . . ." Archangel Michael: "Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come called charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far."

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books)

Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse . . . .

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books) Enjambment Here's Satan in Book IV, line 23 and following, no longer having to perform to an audience

O much deceived, much failing, hapless Eve, Of thy presumed return!

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books) Enjambment Narrator interrupts after Eve departs to do some solo gardening (9. 404)

And do they only stand By ignorance, is that their happy state, The proof of their obedience and their faith? O fair foundation laid whereon to build Their ruin!

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books) Enjambment Satan's just heard about the single prohibition in Paradise (4.518ff)

Nor was his name unheard or unadored In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber; and how he fell From Heav'n, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summers day; and with the setting Sun Dropped from the zenith like a falling Star, On Lemnos th' Aegean isle: thus they relate, Erring; for he with this rebellious rout Fell long before

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books) Enjambment The builder of Satan's fancy palace (1. 738ff)

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us .

Paradise Lost John Milton 1667 (first)/1674 (all 12 books) Example of enjambment

Amorett

Scudamor Scud=shield Amor=love

Right in the middest of that Paradise There stood a stately Mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise, Whose shadie boughs sharpe steele did never lop, Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop, But like a girlond compassèd the hight, And from their fruitfull sides sweet gum did drop, That all the ground with precious dew bedight, Threw forth most dainty odours, and most sweet delight

The Mountain Sacred to Venus Book 3 Canto 6 Verse 43 Edmund Spenser 1590/1596

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye country comets, that portend No war nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grass's fall; Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame To wand'ring mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim, And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displac'd That I shall never find my home.

The Mower to Glowworms Andrew Marvell 17th cen

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav'nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow; Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still, Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry.

There is a Garden in her Face Thomas Campion 17th Century

"for she my mind hath so displaced that I shall never find my home"

To the Glowworms Andrew Marvell Miscellaneous Poems, 1681 17th century