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Andrew Marvell- The Coronet -describes thought process of writing religious poetry -pastoral imagery, talking about himself as poet -temptation for sin in his writing, asks for purity in poetry -coronet: floral wreath or garland of poems of praise -religious imagery: crown of thorns - correct answer ✔When for the thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviour's head have crowned, I seek with garlands to redress that wrong: Through every garden, every mead, I gather flowers (my fruits are only flowers), Dismantling all the fragrant towers That once adorned my shepherdess's head. And now when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore: Alas, I find the serpent old That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold, With wreaths of fame and interest. Ah, foolish man, that wouldst debase with them,
And mortal glory, Heaven's diadem! But Thou who only couldst the serpent tame, Either his slippery knots at once untie; And disentangle all his winding snare; Or shatter too with him my curious frame, And let these wither, so that he may die, Though set with skill and chosen out with care: That they, while Thou on both their spoils dost tread, May crown thy feet, that could not crown thy head. Katherine Philips - correct answer ✔bleh When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow; And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Andrew Marvell- Dialogue Between Soul and Body -body as material
- body continues to live, but soul wants to move on -body accuses soul of being architect of sin, sick as well - correct answer ✔SOUL O who shall, from this dungeon, raise A soul enslav'd so many ways? With bolts of bones, that fetter'd stands In feet, and manacled in hands; Here blinded with an eye, and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear; A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains Of nerves, and arteries, and veins; Tortur'd, besides each other part,
BODY
But physic yet could never reach The maladies thou me dost teach; Whom first the cramp of hope does tear, And then the palsy shakes of fear; The pestilence of love does heat, Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat; Joy's cheerful madness does perplex, Or sorrow's other madness vex; Which knowledge forces me to know, And memory will not forego. What but a soul could have the wit To build me up for sin so fit? So architects do square and hew Green trees that in the forest grew. Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, Did after him the world seduce, And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, Where nature was most plain and pure. He first enclosed within the gardens square A dead and standing pool of air, And a more luscious earth for them did knead, Which stupified them while it fed. The pink grew then as double as his mind; The nutriment did change the kind.
With strange perfumes he did the roses taint, And flowers themselves were taught to paint. The tulip, white, did for complexion seek, And learned to interline its cheek: Its onion root they then so high did hold, That one was for a meadow sold. Another world was searched, through oceans new, To find the Marvel of Peru. And yet these rarities might be allowed To man, that sovereign thing and proud, Had he not dealt between the bark and tree, Forbidden mixtures there to see. No plant now knew the stock from - correct answer ✔The Mower Against the Gardens Andrew Marvell
- innocence vs experience; human beings and nature -portrays nature losing its pure beauty; mankind manipulating nature -nostalgia for a lost paradise, Eden lost -personifying nature -connection between humanity and nature are all of marvells poems aabbccdd...etc? Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
But these, while I with sorrow pine, Grew more luxuriant still and fine, That not one blade of grass you spy'd But had a flower on either side; When Juliana came, and she What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. Unthankful meadows, could you so A fellowship so true forgo? And in your gaudy May-games meet While I lay trodden under feet? When Juliana came, and she What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. But what you in compassion ought, Shall now by my revenge be wrought; And flow'rs, and grass, and I and all, Will in one common ruin fall. For Juliana comes, and she What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me. And thus, ye meadows, - correct answer ✔The Mower's Song Andrew Marvell -Adam and Eve vs Julianna and the mower -emotional intertwining -self-consuming, self-destructive love
-part of pastoral tradition but also wants to be distinctive Now Pontius Pilate is to judge the Cause Of faultlesse Jesus, who before him stands; Who neither hath offended Prince, nor Lawes, Although he now be brought in woefull bands: O noble Governour, make thou yet a pause, Doe not in innocent blood imbrue thy hands; 750 But heare the words of thy most worthy wife, Who sends to thee, to beg her Saviours life. Let barb'rous crueltie farre depart from thee, And in true Justice take afflictions part; Open thine eies, that thou the truth mai'st see, Doe not the thing that goes against thy heart, Condemne not him that must thy Saviour be; But view his holy Life, his good desert. Let not us Women glory in Mens fall, Who had power given to over-rule us all. 760 ¶ Till now your indiscretion sets us free, And makes our former fault much lesse appeare; Our Mother Eve, who tasted of the Tree, Eves Giving to Adam what she held most deare, Apologie Was simply g - correct answer ✔"Eve's Apology in Defense of Women" Author: Aemilia Lanyer
"false compare" - doesn't exist Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me. My tender age in sorrow did beginne And still with sicknesses and shame. Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine, And feel thy victorie: For, if I imp my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight in me. - correct answer ✔Easter Wings George Herbert -as wings thin, spiritual deterioration -represent rise/fall of wings- ebbing of faith
-affliction- suffering inspires strength -aligning human will to God's will, under shadow of God's wing -biblical imagery in shadow of wings When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? Oh, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be. - correct answer ✔Author: Shakespeare Work: Sonnet 138 Speaker: Poet narrator Context: Describing his love with dark lady and how it's unhealthy because there's no trust but they both agree to lie to each other because it's easier than facing the infidelity that they both are guilty of lies bind them together
Away! take heed; I will abroad. Call in thy death' - correct answer ✔The Collar George Herbert speaker is on a spiritual journey feels desire to be set free from his service to God crisis of faith image of collar: attachment to God; slave collar vs clerical collar spiritual imagery: fruit of the spirit, slavery, crown of thorns, When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can. Let the world's riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span." So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure. When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
So both should losers be. "Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast." - correct answer ✔The Pulley George Herbert -play on creation story -rest=satisfaction, not becoming spiritually complacent -humans wouldnt want to seek God if they were truly satisfied -humanizing God but also gives him human imperfections theodicy- attempt to explain why bad things happen to good ppl When first my lines of heav'nly joyes made mention, Such was their lustre, they did so excell, That I sought out quaint words, and trim invention ; My thoughts began to burnish, sprout, and swell, Curling with metaphors a plain intention, Decking the sense, as if it were to sell. Thousands of notions in my brain did runne, Off'ring their service, if I were not sped : I often blotted what I had begunne ; This was not quick enough, and that was dead. Nothing could seem too rich to clothe the sunne,
If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me, Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay. She's all states, and all princes, I, Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honor's mimic, all wealt - correct answer ✔"The Sun Rising" Speaker: Poet/Narrator Context: 2 different worlds, 3 part argument: 1) petition to sun
- nature and power of love
- affirms power of love -Everything is governed by time -world of lover's transcends time -Love more powerful than Power and Wealth -Lover's world vs. Everyday love -Lovers ARE the world and the sun is lighting just them -male above female -states ruled by princes Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I, Say, where his centric happiness doth lie; I have lov'd, and got, and told, But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery. Oh, 'tis imposture all! And as no chemic yet th'elixir got, But glorifies his pregnant pot If by the way to him befall Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, So, lovers dream a rich and long delight, But get a winter-seeming summer's night. Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day, Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay? Ends love in this, that my man Can be as happy'as I can, if he can Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play? That loving wretch that swears 'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds, Which he in her angelic finds, Would swear as justly that he hears, In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres. Hope not for mind in women; at their best Swee - correct answer ✔"Love's Alchemy" john donne Speaker: Poet/Narrator Context/Notes: -Love is an allusion; it is not real -Alchemy: trying to make gold out of non-gold
