exam 4 humanities "poetry"

KATE CHOPIN- "The Story of an Hour"

"She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome."

Robert Browning, Porphyria's Lover

. . . she guess'd not how Her darling one wish would be heard. And thus we sit together now, And all night long we have not stirr'd, And yet God has not said a word! every other word rhymes. not in stanza form like his wife

elizabeth barrett browning: a curse for a nation

Because ye have broken your own chain With the strain Of brave men climbing a Nation's height, Yet thence bear down with brand and thong On souls of others, — for this wrong This is the curse. Write. lot so of repetition of last line and second line usually indented

Henrik Ibsen - A Doll's House

But you neither think nor talk like the man I could bind myself to. As soon as your fear was over - and it was not fear for what threatened me, but for what might happen to you - when the whole thing was past, as far as you were concerned it was exactly as if nothing at all had happened. Exactly as before, I was your little skylark, your doll, which you would in future treat with doubly gentle care, because it was so brittle and fragile." Nora is the doll "talks about the role of women at this time"

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Mother and Poet

Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feast And are wanting a great song for Italy free, Let none look at me ! rhyming last word of lines 1 and 3, 2,4, and 5

Robert Browning soliloquy of the spanish cloister

GR-R-R—there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would not mine kill you! What? Your myrtle-bush wants trimming? Oh, that rose has prior claims— Needs its leaden vase-filled brimming? Hell dry you up with its flames! 8 lines per stanza, every other word rhymes

Gerard Manley Hopkins, Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things - For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. praising God for beauty of creation.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonet 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. repeats love all about love.

Henrik Ibsen - A Doll's House

I believe that before all else I am a human being, just as much as you are - or at least that I should try to become one. I know that most people agree with you . . . [H]enceforth I can't be satisfied with what most people say, and what is in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to get clear about them. Equality for women.

Gerard Manley Hopkins: as kingfishers catch fire

I say móre: the just man justices; Kéeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is— Chríst—for Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces talks about objects in first stanza, talks about grace.

Gerard Manley Hopkins: the windhover

In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, -- the achieve of, the mastery of the thing! Talking about the magnificence of a bird.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning: the runaway slave at pilgrim's point

My own, own child! I could not bear To look in his face, it was so white. I covered him up with a kerchief there; I covered his face in close and tight: And he moaned and struggled, as well might be, For the white child wanted his liberty Ha, ha! he wanted his master right. all stanzas have seven lines; the word black used a lot.

Kate Chopin: Desiree's Baby

She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks of the deep sluggish bayou; and she did not come back again. mother leaves due to husband blaming her for mixed baby.

Robert Browning, My Last Duchess

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, every 2 lines, that last word rhymes

Gerard Manley Hopkins, God's Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings. God is great even if humans try to ruin the creation, italian sonet.

Henrik Ibsen - A Doll's House

There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying, to a man, in the knowledge that he has forgiven his wife—forgiven her freely, and with all his heart."

Gerard Manley Hopkins: thou art indeed just, lord

Thou art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend, How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend, Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes Them; birds build -- but not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain. follows ABBAABBA format then CDCDCD, asking god why sinners get good things and good people get bad things.

Gerard Manley Hopkins: carrison comfort

With darksome devouring eyes my bruisèd bones? and fan, in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Very dark sounding,

Edith Maud Eaton (Sui Sin Far) in the land of the free

about son being taken away from parents by customs.

Mark Twain, "To the Person Sitting in Darkness"

claims America justifies imperialism by claiming its for export sources, actually for dominance and consumers. annexation of the Philippines is a crime. claims Americans are pirates because we are stealing things. refers to Imperialism by force as a "game".

george washington williams: letter to leopold II

speaks on the disturbing things that he viewed while visiting Leopold's State in Africa the previous year.