ENGL 3002 Exam 1

All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

Easter, 1916, Yeats (antithetical concepts looped together, admits to feeling of condescension when describing Irish uprising)

Hearts with one purpose alone through summer and winter seem enchanted to a stone to trouble the living stream

Easter, 1916, Yeats (life constantly changing but with one purpose, they have been bewitched by their political commitments and are now tethered to this purpose, condescension coming through again)

It was remarkable that of all the busybodies and impertinent people in the parish, not one ventured to put the plain question to Mr. Hooper, wherefore he did this thing

The Minister's Black Veil, Hawthorne (congregation does not have courage, crepe is a fearful symbol between them and him)

He has changed himself into something awful, only by hiding his face

The Minister's Black Veil, Hawthorne (sacred sin we seek to hide from ourselves, others and god, material prop to make his words more memorable)

My day dreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight...sailing over a calm sea we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe

Frankenstein, Shelley (Walton's letter- sublime in the extreme, ecstacy of being outside yourself)

there was something, either in the sentiment of the discourse itself, or in the imagination of the auditors which made it greatly the most powerful effort that they had ever heard from their pastor's lips

The Minister's Black Veil, Hawthorne (sacred sin we seek to hide from ourselves, others and god, material prop to make his words more memorable)

How strange that a simple black veil should become a terrible thing

The Minister's Black Veil, Hawthorne (sacred sin we seek to hide from ourselves, others and god, material prop to make his words more memorable, meaning changes when Hooper wears it)

This veil is a type and a symbol

The Minister's Black Veil, Hawthorne (won't remove it for lover or death, sees a veil on every face as everyone hides their behavior, widespread deception)

Like the flowers which are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty; and the flaunting leaves, after having pleased a fastidious eye, fade, disregarded on the stalk

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (argues gender identities are not innate but products of society, sounds like attack but really questioning why women are like this)

Strengthen the female mind by enlarging it, and there will be an end to blind obedience; but, as blind obedience is ever sought for by power, tyrants and sensualists are in the right when they endeavor to keep women in the dark, because the former only wants slaves, and the latter a play thing

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (comparing women to slaves which is rare for her, doesn't usually align with suppressed groups but soldiers)

One cause of this barren blooming I attribute to a false system of education, gathered from the books written on this subject by men who, considering females rather as women than human being, have been more anxious to make them alluring mistresses than affectionate wives and rational mothers

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (importance of education, gender identities)

The understanding of the sex has been so bubbled by this specious homage, that the civilized women of the present century, with a few exceptions, are only anxious to inspire love when they out to cherish a nobler ambition, and by their abilities and virtue exact respect

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (importance of education, gender identities, women put on pedestals to keep them docile)

The great misfortune in this that they both acquire manners before morals and a knowlege of life before they have, from reflection, any acquaintance with the grand ideal outline of human nature. The consequence is natural; satisfied with common nature, they become prey to prejudices, and taking all their opinions on credit, the blindly submit to authority

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (no difference between sexes, vital role of education over gender, problems of rank and privilege afflict all of society not just women, social hierarchy undermines virtue)

We are to reverence the rust of antiquity, and term the unnatural customs which ignorance and mistaken self-interest have consolidated, the sage fruit of experience...the venerable vestiges of ancient days. These are Gothic notions of beauty- the ivy is beautiful though it insidiously destroys the trunk from which it received support

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft (responding to Burke, freedom as birthright and equality of humans after 1789, language of simple truths)

Animated by this important object, I shall disdain to cull my phrases or polish my style...wishing rather to persuade by the force of my arguments than dazzle by the elegance of my language...I shall be employed about things, not words

A Vindication of the Rights of Women, Wollstonecraft, (language of simple truth, faith in reason instead of sentiment like Burke)

Man is an instrument over which a series of external and internal impressions are driven, like the alternatives of an ever-changing wind over an Aeolian lyre...it is as if the lyre could accomodate its chords to the motions of that which strikes them... poets are the trumpets which sing to battle and feel not what they inspire the influence which is moved not but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world

A defense of poetry, Percy Shelley (imagination, man is an instrument)

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward all in the valley of death rode the six hundred

The Charge of the Light Brigade, Tennyson (declaratory style)

With no small interest, Captain Delano continued to watch her- a proceeding not much facilitated by the vapours partly mantling the hull, through which the far matin light from her cabin streamed equivocally enough; much like the sun- by this time hemisphered on the rim of the horizon, and apparently, in company with the strange ship, entering the harbour- which, wimpled by the same low, creeping clouds, showed not unlike a Lima intriguante's one sinister eye peering across the Plaza from the Indian loophole of her dusk saya-y-manta.

Benito Cerano, Melville (complicated sentence, Intrigante and saya-y-mana women with loose morals, loophole

Shadows present, foreshadowing deeper shadows to come

Benito Cerano, Melville (strangers shouldn't be trusted in Gothic plots)

And that simplest Lute, placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!

The Eolian Harp, Coleridge (nature plays harp, emblem of receptive self (passive and ready to be inspired))

Haitian Revolution

1799-1804

Easter, Yeats

1916

Every being may become perfect by the exercise of its own reason...Consequently the most perfect education in my opinion is such an exercise of the understanding as is best calculated to strengthen the body and form the heart. Or in other words to enable the individual to attain such habits of virtue as will render it independent

A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Wollstonecraft (educating women in context of Frankenstein)

If women be really capable of acting like rational creatures let them not be treated like slaves or like the brutes who are dependent on the reason of man when they associate with him; but cultivate their minds, give them the salutary, sublime curb of principle and let them attain conscious dignity by feeling themselves only dependent on God

A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Wollstonecraft (educating women in context of Frankenstein)

All the letters I can write Are not fair as this—Syllables of Velvet—Sentences of Plush,Depths of Ruby, undrained, Hid, Lip, for Thee—Play it were a Humming Bird—And just sipped—me—

All the letters I can write, Dickinson (language of letters linked to many other things, cocktail of images, cubism verbally, denies us safe option of dismissing the poem about one thing, state of fullness)

Some months after, dragged to the gibbet at the tail of a mule, the black met his voiceless end. The body was burned to ashes; but for many days, the head, that hive of subtlety, fixed on a pole in the Plaza, met, unabashed, the gaze of the whites; and across the Plaza looked toward St. Bartholomew's church, in whose vaults slept then, as now, the recovered bones of Aranda; and across the Rimac bridge looked toward the monastery, on Mount Agonia without; where, three months after being dismissed by the court, Benito Cereno, borne on the bier, did, indeed, follow his leader.

Benito Cereno, Melville ("Hive of subtitly"- what is not in the archive, babo's real thoughts as well as those that endured transatlantic slavery, historical archive is partial in every way, production made by those in powers in the interest of sustaining and justifying that power)

... the living spectacle [a ship] contains, upon its sudden and complete disclosure, has, in contrast with the blank ocean which zones it, something of the effect of enchantment. The ship seems unreal; these strange costumes, gestures, and faces, but a shadowy tableau just emerged from the deep, which directly must receive back what it gave.

Benito Cereno, Melville (Babo's theater and African Political Strategy, cannot recognize intellectual and ethical/artistic effort by Africans to create a tableau, organized Black political will to be free)

"You generalize, Don Benito; and mournfully enough. But the past is passed; why moralize upon it? Forget it. See, yon bright sun has forgotten it all, and the blue sea, and the blue sky; these have turned over new leaves." "Because they have no memory," he dejectedly replied; "because they are not human." "But these mild trades that now fan your cheek, do they not come with a human-like healing to you? Warm friends, steadfast friends are the trades."

Benito Cereno, Melville (Melville rebuke of nature, nothing natural about trade winds that carry slave ship, Deleno chooses violence when he doesn't have to and chooses to forget, wants of history when you are the beneficiary is a self-interested,19thc American desire US Mexican Annex)

Ah, I thought so. For it were strange, indeed, and not very creditable to us white-skins, if a little of our blood mixed with the African's, should, far from improving the latter's quality, have the sad effect of pouring vitriolic acid into black broth; improving the hue, perhaps, but not the wholesomeness...But if the whites had dark secrets concerning Don Benito, could then Don Benito be any way in complicity with the blacks? But they were too stupid. Besides, who ever heard of a white so far a renegade as to apostatize from his very species almost, by leaguing in against it with negroes

Benito Cereno, Melville (pseudoscientific 19th century racism, worldview makes Deleno blind to revolt)

This incident prompted him to remark the other negresses more particularly than before. He was gratified with their manners: like most uncivilized women, they seemed at once tender of heart and tough of constitution; equally ready to die for their infants or fight for them. Unsophisticated as leopardesses; loving as doves. Ah! thought Captain Delano, these, perhaps, are some of the very women whom Ledyard saw in Africa, and gave such a noble account of

Benito Cereno, Melville (pseudoscientific 19th century racism, worldview makes Deleno blind to revolt)

a dreamy inquietude, like that of one who alone on the prairie feels unrest from the repose of the noon

Benito Cerwno, Melville (settler colonism, unknown fear, disappearing figurehead of Christopher Columbus)

Brightest star! still still to hear her tender taken breath and so live ever- or else swoon to death

Bright Star, Keats (living in and out of time, natural clock reminding him he is not frozen)

the things which bring back on the heart the weigth which it would fling aside for ever it may be a sound- a tone of music- summer's eve- or spring- a flower- the wind- the ocean- which shall wound striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound

Childe Harold's Pilgramage, Byron (traumatic view of memory, passivity producing pain instead of sweet music)

How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavoured to form? . . . I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!—Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight black lips. . . .I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. . . . And now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart

Frankenstein, Shelley (Frankenstein as brith myth, harsh light on romantic myths of creation, not spiritual birth- female commentary on male myths of creation)

Such was our domestic circle, from which care and pain seemed forever banished. . . . The voice of command was never heard amongst us; but mutual affection engaged us all to comply with and obey the slightest desire of each other

Frankenstein, Shelley (Victor's childhood taken from creature)

I cannot pretend to describe what I then felt. But I-I was a wretch and none ever conceived of the misery that I endured. I was seized by remorse and a sense of guilt which hurried me away to a hell of intense tortures such as no language can describe....I am a blasted tree..I am chained in an eternal Hell

Frankenstein, Shelley (Victor's isolation, no one can sympathize with him because he cannot describe what he feels, modern prometheus, punishment in being alone)

If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections, and to destroy your tastes for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, that is to say, not befitting the human mind. If this rule were always observed; if no man allowed any pursuit to interfere with the tranquility of his domestic affections, Greece had not been enslaved; Caesar would have spared his country; America would have been discovered more gradually; and the empires of Mexico and Peru had not been destroyed

Frankenstein, Shelley (Victor, weight on domestic value, as long as creature is alive no place in domestic sphere for Victor)

Like Adam, I was created apparently united by no link to any other being in existence but his state was far different from mine in every other respect. He had come forth from the hands of God a perfect creature, happy and prosperous...while I was wretched, helpless and alone. Many times I considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition

Frankenstein, Shelley (aligned with both Adam and Lucifer, Victor made him Lucifer instead of Adam, Paradise Lost throughout... Eve and women education)

When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. I was alone and miserable. Let mankind live with me in the interchange of kindness and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. If any being felt emotions of benevolence to me I should return them an hundred fold and an hundred fold. But I now indulge in dreams of bliss that cannot be realized

Frankenstein, Shelley (confined to hovel driven by man's limited capacity, empathy)

I felt sensations of a peculiar and overpowering nature: they were a mixture of pain and pleasure, such as I had never before experienced, either from hunger or cold, warmth or food; and I withdrew from the window, unable to bear these emotions

Frankenstein, Shelley (creature seeking empathy, domestic sphere, cramped spaces, nuclear family)

If I have no ties and affections, hatred and vice must be my portion; the love of another will destroy the cause of my crimes. . . . My vices are the children of a forced solitude which I abhor; and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal. I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being, and become linked to the chain of existence and events, from which I am now excluded

Frankenstein, Shelley (creature seeking empathy, limited by Victor)

But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing. . . . I had never yet seen a being resembling me, or who claimed any intercourse with me. What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans

Frankenstein, Shelley (domestic sphere, productive pressure on romantic sensibilities)

I quitted my seat, and walked on, although the darkness and storm increased every minute, and the thunder burst with a terrific crash over my head. . . . While I watched the storm, so beautiful yet terrific, I wandered on with a hasty step. This noble war in the sky elevated my spirits; I clasped my hands and exclaimed aloud, 'William, dear angel! This is thy funeral, this thy dirge!' As I said these words, I perceived in the gloom a figure which stole from behind a clump of trees near me; I stood fixed, gazing intently: I could not be mistaken. A flash of lightning illuminated the object, and discovered its shape plainly to me; its gigantic stature, and the deformity of its aspect, more hideous than belongs to humanity, instantly informed me that it was the wretch, the filthy daemon to whom I had given life.

Frankenstein, Shelley (modern Prometheus)

These sublime and magnificent scenes afforded me the greatest consolation that I was capable of receiving...their icy and glittering peaks shone in the sunlight over the clouds. My heart, which was before sorrowful now swelled with something like joy

Frankenstein, Shelley (sublime in wide spaces, Victor as possessed by romantic spirit)

The gentle manners and beauty of the cottagers greatly endeared them to me: when they were unhappy, I felt depressed; when they rejoiced, I sympathized in their joys

Frankenstein, Shelley (sympathy of creature spying on de Lacey family, importance for ethical development in sympathizing with others, requires imagination like sublime, not confined to one's identity)

Now and then the sweet voice of a bird burst forth amidst the universal stillness. All, save I, were at rest or in employment. I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me and finding myself unsympathized with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin

Frankenstein, Shelley (sympathy, Victor made creature Lucifer instead of Adam)

Such a man may have a double existence he may suffer misery and be overwhelmed with disappointments yet when he has retired into himself he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo round him within whose circle no grief or folly ventures...what a glorious creature must he have been in the days of his prosperity when he is thus noble and godlike in ruin

Frankenstein, Shelley, (tormented yet exalted, Victor as possessed by romantic spirit)

1789

French Revolution (Declaration of Rights of Man and Citizen)

In the name of the Bee — And of the Butterfly — And of the Breeze — Amen!

In the name of the Bee, Dickinson (antithetical Christianity, structure of trinity revised, depends on existing religious structures)

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart and passing even into my purer mind with tranquil restoration... of kindness and of love nor less I trust to them I have owed another gift

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, Wordsworth

And from the blessed power that rolls about, below, above, we'll frame the measure of our souls, they shall be tuned to love

Lines written at a small distance from my house and sent by my little boy to the person to whom they are addressed, Wordsworth (natural power going through all, frame is musical metaphor- tuning human instrument to key of love)

One moment now may give us more than fifty years of reason

Lines written at a small distance from my house and sent by my little boy to the person to whom they are addressed, Wordsworth (radical in face of enlightenment, experiences of pleasure give more wisdom than reading)

You have seen how a. man was made a slave; you shall see how a slave was made a man

Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass (fulcrum in book when he becomes man, exploring what separates a slave from a man, Douglass invested in tropes of masculinity

To use his won words, further, he said "If you give a n an inch, he will take an ell. A n should know nothing but to obey his master- to do as he is told to do. Learning would spoil the best n in the world. Now," said he, "if you teach that n (speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy"

Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass (no dialogue for wife to speak, can picture but not hear tow speakers, women trapped in physical and excluded from knowledge, beaten women)

I suffered much from hunger, but much more from cold. In hottest summer and coldest winter, I was kept almost naked- no shoes, no stockings, no jacket, no trousers, nothing on but a coarse tow linen shirt, reaching only to my knees, I had no bed. I must have perished with cold, but that, the coldest nights, I sued to steal a bag which was used for carrying corn to the mill. I would crawl into this bag, and there sleep on the cold, damp, clay floor, with my head in and feet out. My feet having been so cracked with the frost that then pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes

Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass (pulling from Weld's American Slaver As It Is, pen to finger demonstrates literary importance)

After crossing her hands, he tried them with a strong rope, and led her to a stool under a large hook in the joist put in for the purpose. He made her get upon the stool, and tied her hands to the hook. She now stood fair for his infernal purpose...and soon the warm red blood (amid heart-rending shrieks from her and horrid oaths from him) came dripping to the floor

Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass (putting image of victimized female body at center of slavery cruelty, holds himself to literary not physical standard, whippings intertwined with eroticism)

I have known him to cut and slash the women's heads so horribly that even master would be enraged at his cruelty, and would threaten to whip him if he did not mind himself. Master, however, was not a humane slaveholder. I required extraordinary barbarity on the part of an overseer to affect him

Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass (putting image of victimized female body at center of slavery cruelty, holds himself to literary not physical standard, whippings intertwined with eroticism)

ah happy, happy boughs! happy melodist more happy love! more happy happy love!...beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know

Ode on a Grecian Urn, Keats (immortality, ultimately don't want to be piece of scultpure)

Though still unravished bride of quietness thou foster child of silence and slow time...what leaf-fringed legen haunts about they shapes... what wild ecstasy? fair youth beneath the trees, thou cans't not leave thy song nor ever can those trees be bare

Ode on a Grecian Urn, Keats (timeless relic from past, couple caught in moment of ecstasy forever, moment of most potential)

Make me thy lyre...Be thou, spirit fierce, my spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one...be through my lips to unawaken'd earth the trumpet of prophecy

Ode to the West Wind, Percy Shelley (wind invisable except in effects, political call to action)

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: look on my works, ye mighty and despair

Ozymandias, Percy Shelley (scultpure survives over work of king, irony that the passage of time changes the importance of the passage)

the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation, that sort of pleasure and that quantity of pleasure may be imparted, which a Poet may rationally endeavour to impart...the poet writes under one restriction only, namely, the necessity of giving immediate pleasure to a human being...it is a homage paid to the native and naked difnity of man, to the grand elementary principle of pleasure

Preface to Lyrical Ballads, Wordsworth (importance of pleasure, not gross pleasure but refined to elevate yourself to give greater depth of response to nature)

And thus my Love! as on the midway slope of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon Whilst through my half-closed eyelids I behold the sunbeams dance like diamons on the main and tranquil muse upon tranquility Full many a thought uncalled and undetained, and many idle flitting phantasies traverse my indolent and passive brain as wild and various as the random gales that swell and flutter on this subject Lute! And what if all of animated nature be but organic harps....at once the soul of each, and God of all?

The Eolian Harp, Coleridge (passiveness, pleasure as path to higher consciousness)

The fatal hand of life grappled with the mystery of life and was the bond by which the angelic spirit kept itself in union with a mortal frame

The Birth-Mark, Hawthorne

If she were my wife, I'd never part with that birthmark

The Birth-Mark, Hawthorne (Aminadab, natural vs civilized man)

"By Heaven, it is well nigh gone!" said Aylmer to himself, in almost irrepressible ecstasy

The Birth-Mark, Hawthorne (ecstasy suggest sexual, quest to avoid sex)

He had devoted himself, however, too unreservedly to scientific studies ever to be weaned from them by any second passion. His love for his young wife might prove the stronger of the two; but it could only be by intertwining itself with his love of science and uniting the strength of the latter to its own

The Birth-mark, Hawthorne (Alymer's mistake is trying to bring heaven to earth)

Haply of that fond bosom On ashes here impress'd, Thou wert the only treasure, child! Whereon a hope might rest.

The Image in Lava, Hemans

The stench of the hold was so intolerably loathsome, that it was dangerous to remain there for any time... The closeness of the place and the heat of the climate, added to the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room to turn around, almost suffocated us. This produced copious perspiration so that the air soon became unfit for respiration, from a variety of loathsome smells, and brought on a sickness among the slaves of which many died...this wretched situation was again aggravated by the galling of the chains now become insupportable and the filth of the necessary tubs, into which the children often fell, and were almost suffocated. The shreiks of the women, and the groans of the dying rendered the whole a scene of horror almost inconceivable

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (compels readers with senses, tells individual rather than economic story, confronts whites with middle passage for the first time)

People generally think those memoirs only worthy to be read or remembered which abound in great or striking events...It is therefore, I confess, not a little hazardous in a private and obscure individual, and a stranger too, thus to solicit the indulgent attention of the public; especially when I own I offer here the history of neither a saint, a hero, nor a tyrant. I believe there are few events in my life, which have not happened to many; it is true the incident of it are numerous and did I consider myself an European, I might say my suffering were great: but when I compare my lot with that of most of my countrymen, I regard myself as a particular favorite of Heavan

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (conventional opening, shows he cannot return home or be European, devastated statement as absence of emotional prose, conventional phrases with new meanings)

I was now persuaded that I had gotten into a world of bad spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions too differing so much from ours, their long hair, and the language they spoke...united to confirm me in this belief... I asked [my companions] if we were not going to be eaten by those white men with horrible looks, red faces, and long hair... they looked and acted in so savage a manner; for I had never seen among my people such instances of brutal cruelty

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (exotic travel narrative, turning travel's gaze back on Europeans, show Englishmen new perspective of themselves, picaresque tale, dual perspective of first person)

There was scarcely any part of his business, or household affairs, in which I was not occasionally engaged. I often supplied the place of a clerk, in receiving and delivering cargoes to the ships in tending stores, and delivering goods... and when it was necessary which was very often I worked likewise on board of different vessels of his. By these means I became very useful to my master, and saved him, as he used to acknowledge, above a hundred pounds a year

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (his best interest in to be valuable to his master, industrious apprentice)

O, ye nominal Christians! might not an African ask you- learned you this from your God

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (hypocacy of slave owners as Christians in name only)

Thus was I going about the islands upwards of four years, and ever trading as I went, during which I experienced many instances of ill usage, and have seen many injuries done to other Negroes in our dealings with whites

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (threads mercantile adventures into accounts of suffering, corrupt system but one he has access to, doesn't apologize for manipulating it)

I was wonderfully surprised to see the laws and rules of my own country written almost exactly here; a circumstance which I tended to impress our manners and customs more deeply in my memory. I used to tell [Daniel Queen] of this resemblance, and many a time we have sat up the whole night together in this employment

The Interesting Narrative of Olaudah Equiano, Equiano (was born in a country living by Christian rules long before Europeans , calls out hypocracy of slave owner)

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree, Yeats (poems on familiar landscapes)

I must create a system or be enslaved by another Mans. I will not reason and compare my business is to create

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake (Romantic anti-rationality, making new government)

This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment. If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: Infinite

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake (greater pleasure beyond the senses, going beyond self/senses and becoming infintie/god)

where flapping herons wake the drowsy water rats there we've hid our faery vats full of berries and reddest stolen cherries come away o human child! to the waters and the wild with a faery hand in hand for the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand

The Stolen Child, Yeats

and in thy voice the language of my former heart and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while may I behold in thee what I once, my dear, dear sister!

Tintern Abbey, Wordsworth (sister never gets chance to speak, conversational poem but not included in the conversation)

Rowing in Eden - Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight - In thee!

Wild nights - Wild nights!, Dickinson (desire and religion, thee is unclear, Eden points to God, moor as erotic, paradise of pleasure, language of ecstasy operates in religion and sex)