Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles.

Slides:



Advertisements
Similar presentations
The people Look for some people. Write it down. By the water
Advertisements

To an Athlete Dying Young
Wilfred Owen ( ), Dulce Et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen ( ), Dulce Et Decorum Est ENGL 2030Fall 2013 | Lavery.
To an Athlete Dying Young
A.
Richard Cory and A Rose for Emily
Title -This makes me think about the grim reaper, so I would predict this poem has something to do with death. Paraphrase -Workers are in a field cutting.
Chapter 1 My Dad’s Home I don’t remember this place, I thought. It isn’t home. Not my home. My home is far away, in New Zealand. With Mum. This is a.
Mission Unstoppable.
To an Athlete Dying Young Casildo Casillas Aqeel Mohamed Ivan Hernandez Joel Tinorio Jennifer Lopez By A.E. Housman.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung.
“To an Athlete Dying Young”
A Strategy for Understanding an Author’s Message (THEME) in a Poem.
To an Athlete Dying Young A.E. Housman Jennifer Larimore Lauren Donoghue.
Chapter 1 Jim Hawkins’ Story I
Realism and Naturalism ENGL 3370: Modern American Poetry.
Tuesday, March 25 th Grammar BellringerGrammar Bellringer Poetry TermsPoetry Terms –Rhyme –Rhyme scheme –Stanza –Alliteration –Limerick Writing TimeWriting.
By: Emmanuel Williamson.  To An Athlete Dying Young  Alfred Edward Housman was born at Valley House, Fockbury in From 1882 to 1892 he worked at.
By: Cailey Lopes. The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market- place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you.
“TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG” By: Gabriella Wolf. FAMILY LIFE  The eldest of seven children in a family was born in 1859 in Fockbury, Worcestershire, England.
By: A.E. Housman Joey Byers. The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought.
Second Grade English High Frequency Words
Spelling Lists.
Spelling Lists. Unit 1 Spelling List write family there yet would draw become grow try really ago almost always course less than words study then learned.
The.
Masks THEME: Why “Masks” ? Taught in the Hebrew month of Adar- a time for masquerades and hidden meanings. The poem, “Richard Cory” by E.A. Robinson.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.
Edwin Arlington Robinson. Family Misfortune Both of his parents died before he was thirty. One of his brothers was an alcoholic; the other, a drug addict.
Ambiguity (ambiguous) - when the meaning is unclear or you’re not sure of the meaning or intention because it could mean more than one thing. For example:
Introduction to Poetry
GHOST IN THE ROCKING CHAIR A true ghost story.. I am now 55 years old, this happened 35 years ago. My husband and I were living in Monroe where he was.
Created by Verna C. Rentsch and Joyce Cooling Nelson School
The.
ICEL John 11:1-44 English Standard Version. ICEL John 11 1 Now a certain man was ill, Lazarus of Bethany, the village of Mary and her sister Martha. 2.
I am ready to test!________ I am ready to test!________
Sight Words.
Complete Dolch Sight Word List Preprimer through Third
Sight words.
The Monkey and the Pig. Once upon a time in Japan, a man had a monkey. People paid to see the monkey dance.
Edwin Arlington Robinson ( ). Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman.
Forever Give thanks to the Lord our God and King His love endures forever Give thanks to the Lord our God and King His love endures forever.
Sight Word List.
High Frequency Words August 31 - September 4 around be five help next
Sight Words.
High Frequency Words.
F. Scott Fitzgerald Gatsby and the Lost Generation.
By: William James Gebauer III. “Richard Cory” Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole.
On Inhabiting an Orange By: Josephine Miles All our roads go nowhere. Maps are curled To keep the pavement definitely On the world. All our footsteps,
Miniver Cheevy Janine De Leon Quynh Pham Jason Choy Alex Pham Danny Phan Period 4 by Edwin Arlington Robinson.
TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good.
First Grade Rainbow Words By Mrs. Saucedo , Maxwell School
Day 22 English 10. SSR  Look for a passage that has strong voice in a scene that depicts a cultural misunderstanding, ceremony, or tradition. Fold the.
To An Athlete Dying Young By: A.E. Housman
To An Athlete Dying Young By: A.E. Houseman Quentin Pruitt, Wade Draper, and Amanda Green.
A. E. Housman “To an Athlete Dying Young”. English poet and scholar He left Oxford without a degree because he had failed his final examinations
High Frequency words Kindergarten review. red yellow.
A. and away big blue can come down find for.
Poetic Forms – Part 3 English 12 - Tolley Elegy, Lament, Requiem.
Realism In poetry. Stephen Crane ( ) background.
Created By Sherri Desseau Click to begin TACOMA SCREENING INSTRUMENT FIRST GRADE.
ORT Greenberg K. Tivon1 Richard Cory EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ( ) Richard Cory Irena Tseitlin.
By: Edwin Arlington Robinson 1897
Aim: To review for tomorrow’s exam.
High Frequency Words. High Frequency Words a about.
Miniver Cheevy By Edwin Arlington Robinson
Narrative Poetry To view this presentation, first, turn up your volume and second, launch the self-running slide show.
Richard Cory By Edwin Arlington Robinson.
To An Athlete Dying Young BY A.E. Housman
Emotional Reaction.
Presentation transcript:

A. E. Housman—British (1859-1936)

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. This particular symptom is accompanied by a shiver down the spine; there is another which consists in a constriction of the throat and a precipitation of water to the eyes; and there is a third which I can only describe by borrowing a phrase from one of Keats's last letters, where he says, speaking of Fanny Brawne, 'everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.' The seat of this sensation is the pit of the stomach.—A. E. Housman

ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery A.E. Housman To An Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay, And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose.

To An Athlete Dying Young (continued) Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheer After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man, So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

Terence, This is Stupid Stuff You eat your victuals fast enough; There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well, the horned head: We poor lads, ’tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship ’tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time Moping melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.’

Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (continued) Why, if ’tis dancing you would be, There’s brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to man. Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world’s not. And faith, ’tis pleasant till ’tis past: The mischief is that ’twill not last. Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie God knows where, And carried half way home, or near, Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I’ve lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew.

hops (noun) : the ripe dried pistillate catkins of a perennial north-temperate zone twining vine (Humulus lupulus) of the hemp family used especially to impart a bitter flavor to malt liquors Terence, This is Stupid Stuff (continued) Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure, I’d face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. ’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale Is not so brisk a brew as ale: Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my soul’s stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day.

Terence, This is Stupid Stuff A. E. Housman (1859-1936) Terence, This is Stupid Stuff There was a king reigned in the East: There, when kings will sit to feast, They get their fill before they think With poisoned meat and poisoned drink. He gathered all that springs to birth From the many-venomed earth; First a little, thence to more, He sampled all her killing store; And easy, smiling, seasoned sound, Sate the king when healths went round. They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white’s their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. —I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithridates, he died old.

ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

E. A. Robinson (1869-1935) Richard Cory Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked;  But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

E. A. Robinson So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;  And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.  ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

E. A. Robinson Miniver Cheevy Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,    Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born,    And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old    When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold    Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not,    And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,    And Priam’s neighbors. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

E. A. Robinson Miniver Cheevy (2) Miniver mourned the ripe renown    That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town,    And Art, a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici,    Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly    Could he have been one. Miniver cursed the commonplace    And eyed a khaki suit with loathing; He missed the mediæval grace    Of iron clothing. Miniver scorned the gold he sought,    But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,    And thought about it. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

E. A. Robinson Miniver Cheevy (3) Miniver Cheevy, born too late,    Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate,    And kept on drinking. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery