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UEL - Mid Term
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Pity me not because the light of Day
Pity Me Not
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity Me Not
Pity me not for beauties passed away
Pity Me Not
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity Me Not
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Pity Me Not
Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
Pity Me Not
And you no longer look with love on me.
Pity Me Not
This have I known always: Love is no more
Pity Me Not
Than the wide blossom which the wind assails,
Pity Me Not
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Pity Me Not
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity Me Not
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
Pity Me Not
What the swift mind beholds at ever turn.
Pity Me Not
Pity Me Not
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Bater my heart, three-person'd God, for you
Holy Sonnet 14
As yet but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend;
Holy Sonnet 14
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Holy Sonnet 14
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
Holy Sonnet 14
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Holy Sonnet 14
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Holy Sonnet 14
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
Holy Sonnet 14
But is captiv'd and proves weak or untrue.
Holy Sonnet 14
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
Holy Sonnet 14
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Holy Sonnet 14
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Holy Sonnet 14
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Holy Sonnet 14
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Holy Sonnet 14
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me
Holy Sonnet 14
First follow nature and your judgement frame
An Essay on Criticism
By her just standard, which is still the same
An Essay on Criticism
One clear, unchanged and universal light,
An Essay on Criticism
Life force and beauty, must to all impart,
An Essay on Criticism
At once the source and end and test of art
An Essay on Criticism
Those rules, of old discovered, not devised,
An Essay on Criticism
Are nature still, but natur methodized;
An Essay on Criticism
Be Homers works your study and delight,
An Essay on Criticism
Read them by day and meditate by night,
An Essay on Criticism
Thence from your judgement thence your maxims bring
An Essay on Criticism
And trace the muses upward to their spring
An Essay on Criticism
Learn hence for ancient rules a just esteem,
An Essay on Criticism
To copy nature is to copy them.
An Essay on Criticism
little learning is a dangerous thing
An Essay on Criticism
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring
An Essay on Criticism
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
An Essay on Criticism
And drinking largely sobers us again
An Essay on Criticism
In wit, as nature, what affects our hearts
An Essay on Criticism
Is not the exactness of peculiar parts,
An Essay on Criticism
'tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,
An Essay on Criticism
But the joint force and full result of all.
An Essay on Criticism
But true expression, like the unchanging sun,
An Essay on Criticism
Clears and improves whate'er it shines apon;
An Essay on Criticism
It gilds all objects, but alters none.
An Essay on Criticism
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
An Essay on Criticism
Appears more decent, as more suitable,
An Essay on Criticism
A vile conceit in pompous words expressed,
An Essay on Criticism
Know then thyself; presume not God to scan
An Essay on Man
The preoper study of mankind is Man.
An Essay on Man
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
An Essay on Man
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
An Essay on Man
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
An Essay on Man
And too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
An Essay on Man
He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest;
An Essay on Man
In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast;
An Essay on Man
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
An Essay on Man
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err
An Essay on Man
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
An Essay on Man
Whether he thinks too little or too much
An Essay on Man
All Nature is but art, unknown to thee;
An Essay on Man
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
An Essay on Man
All discord, harmony not understood;
An Essay on Man
All partial evil, universal good:
An Essay on Man
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
An Essay on Man
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right
An Essay on Man
An Essay on Man
Alexander Pope
Holy Sonnet 14
John Donne
Sonnet 116
Shakespeare
An Essay on Criticism
Alexander Pope
Unerring nature still divinely bright,
An Essay on Criticism
When my mother died I was very young,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
That curled like a lambs back was shav'd, so I said
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
You know that the soot cannot spoint your white hair.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
That thousands of seepers Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And by came an Angel, who had a bright key
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And he open'd the coffins & set them all free
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And was in a river and shine in the sun.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd a good boy,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
He'd have God for his father & never want joy
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And so Tome awoke and we rose in the dark
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
And got with our bags and our brushes to work
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
so if all do their duty they need not fear harm.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Innocence)
A little black thing among the snow,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
'Where are thy father and mother? Say!'
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
'They are both gone up to the church to pray.'
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
'Because I was happy upon the heath
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
And smiled among the winter's snow,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
And taught me to sing the notes of woe
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
They think they have done me no injury,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
Who make up a heaven of our misery.
The Chimney Sweeper (from Experience)
Author of Chimney Sweeper
William Blake
Quote in Preface of lyrical ballads
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion
recollected in tranquility.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
When all at once I saw a crowd,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
A host, of golden daffodils;
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Continuous as the stars that shine
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
And twinkle on the milky way,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
They stretched in never-edning line
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Along the margin of a bay:
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
The waves beside them danced; but they
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
A poet could not but be gay,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
In such a jocund company:
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
What wealth the show to me had brought:
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
In vacant or in pensive mood,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
They flash upon that inward eye
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Which is the bliss of solitude;
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
And dances with the daffodils
I wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Uphill
Christina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill the way?
Up-Hill
Yes, to the very end.
Up-Hill
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
Up-Hill
From morn to night, my friend.
Up-Hill
But is there fore the night a resting-place?
Up-Hill
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
Up-Hill
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
Up-Hill
you cannot miss that inn.
Up-Hill
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Up-Hill
Those who have gone before.
Up-Hill
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
Up-Hill
They will not keep you standing at that door
Up-Hill
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Up-Hill
Of labour you shall find the sum
Up-Hill
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Up-Hill
Yea, beds for all who come.
Up-Hill
Because I could not stop for Death
Emily Dickinson
He kindly stopped for me -
Because I could not stop for Death
The Carriage held but just Ourselves -
Because I could not stop for Death
And Immortality
Because I could not stop for Death
We slowly drove - He knew no haste
Because I could not stop for Death
And I had put away
Because I could not stop for Death
My labor and my leisure too,
Because I could not stop for Death
For His Civility -
Because I could not stop for Death
We passed the School, where Children strove
Because I could not stop for Death
At Recess - in the Ring -
Because I could not stop for Death
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
Because I could not stop for Death
We passed the Setting Sun -
Because I could not stop for Death
Or rather - He passed us -
Because I could not stop for Death
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
Because I could not stop for Death
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
Because I could not stop for Death
My Tippet - only Tulle -
Because I could not stop for Death
We paused before a House that seemed
Because I could not stop for Death
A Swelling of the Ground -
Because I could not stop for Death
The Roof was scarcely visible -
Because I could not stop for Death
The cornice - in the Ground -
Because I could not stop for Death
Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Because I could not stop for Death
Feels shorter than the Day
Because I could not stop for Death
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Because I could not stop for Death
Were toward Eternity -
Because I could not stop for Death
Barbie Doll
Marge Piercy
This girlchild was born as usual
Barbie Doll
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
Barbie Doll
and miniature GE stoves and irons
Barbie Doll
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
Barbie Doll
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
Barbie Doll
She was healthy, tested intelligent
Barbie Doll
possessed strong arms and back,
Barbie Doll
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity
Barbie Doll
she went to and fro apologizing
Barbie Doll
everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
Barbie Doll
she was advised to play coy,
Barbie Doll
exhorted to come on hearty,
Barbie Doll
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Barbie Doll
Her good nature wore out
Barbie Doll
like a fan belt.
Barbie Doll
so she cut off her nose and her legs
Barbie Doll
and offered them up
Barbie Doll
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
Barbie Doll
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
Barbie Doll
a turned-up putty nose,
Barbie Doll
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Barbie Doll
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said
Barbie Doll
Consummation at last,.
Barbie Doll
To every woman a happy ending
Barbie Doll
Desiree's Baby
Kate Chopin
Frankenstein
Mary Shelley
For oft, when on my couch i lie
I wandered lonely as a cloud