HU Final Review
one day god asked the first human couple who then lived in heaven what kind of death they wanted, that of the moon or that of the banana
African Myth explaining death, madagascar
God replied to the messenger that he would give him fire if he was prepared to die
African myth explaining death, ethiopia
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain... Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: I wash'd thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw
Anne Bradstreet, The Author to Her Book —> personifies and compares one of her poems to being her child
My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor aught but love from thee, give recompense
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband —> showed puritans aren't so grim and dark
There is nothing like a death in a war Nothing like the flowery death So precious to Him who gives life: Far off I see it: my heart yearns for it!
Aztec Song
Ive been in great anguish over a noble knight i once had
Beatriz de Dia, Lost Love (fiero 136) —> womens affection for man
Based on who knows what books That tell more lies than drunkards do.
Christine de Pisan, Epistle to the God of Love (women aren't truly represented in western lit)
But I see now that women have overwhelmed them with gifts, and continue bounteous with their blessings
Christine de Pisan, The Book of the City of Ladies (feminist)
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee
Emerson, Concord Hymn—> shot heard round the world
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being
Emerson, The Rhodora
Make a man a slave, and you rob him of moral responsibility
Fredrick Douglass, My Bondage and My Freedom
...our great creative Mother [Nature]... is yet severely careful to keep her own secrets...She permits us, indeed, to mar, but seldom to mend
Hawthorne, The Birthmark
...she beheld herself pale as a white rose and with the crimson birthmark stamped upon her cheek. Not even Aylmer now hated it so much as she
Hawthorne, The Birthmark
It was the fatal flaw of humanity which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions...
Hawthorne, The Birthmark
Much as he had accomplished, she could not but observe that his most splendid successes were almost invariably failures, if compared with the ideal at which he aimed
Hawthorne, The Birthmark
The momentary circumstance was too strong for him; he failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of time, and living once for all in eternity, to find the perfect future in the present
Hawthorne, The Birthmark
...they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone, for his dying hour was gloom
Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
...ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness
Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
By the sympathy of your human hearts for sin, ye shall scent out all the places—whether in church, bedchamber, street, field, or forest—where crime has been committed, and shall exult to behold the whole earth one stain of guilt, one mighty blood-spot
Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
Faith kept me back a while
Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset into the street of Salem village, but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife
Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown
Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end.
I Corinthians 13: Pauls Letter —>blind faith and love, uses personification, repetition.
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; our helper he amid the flood of mortal ills prevaling
Luther's Hymn, A Mighty Fortress is Our God
The Good Spirit was still unsatisfied. Searching along the riverbank he hunted until he found a bed of perfect red clay... it was the first Mohawk Indian
Mohawk myth: how man was created
House made of dawn, house made of evening light.
Navajo Night Chant
I find no peace, yet I am not at war... I have no eyes yet see, no yet scream; I long to perish and seek release
Petrarch, Canzionere (songbook)(fiero 184)—> struggle between flesh and spirit, self-reflective
Those that invade them cannot be insensible that the divine Light is insensibly chasing away the thick Darkness which broods over the Land of Africa
Phillis Wheatley, Letter to Occom—> slaves should be free
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too
Phillis Wheatley, On Being Brought from Africa to America
No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain
Phillis Wheatley, letter to William, Early of Dartmouth
When you get to the worlds above And all his Glory See, When you get home, Your Journey's done, Then look you out for me.
Samson Occom, The Slow Traveler, or O Happy Souls How Fast You Go
My word is pure and free of all untruth; it is the word of my father; it is the word of my father's father
Story from a Griot, Mali
Which then of the bounties of your lord will you deny?
Sura 55: The Beneficent—> creation story
And from the spearhead a banner flies, pure white With long golf fringes that beat against his hands.
The Song of Roland (fiero 135) —> epic lit. of feudal war story
That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed
Thomas Jefferson, Declaration of Independence
Misery is often the parent of the most affecting touches in poetry. Among the blacks is misery enough, God knows, but no poetry
Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia
Let tyrants shake their iron rod, And slavery clank her galling chains
William Billings, Chester