For the translation department at Beykent:

FINAL EXAM

Please study following for the Final Exam:

Gulliver's Travels-Jonathan Swift
Paradise Lost-Milton
Sonnet's of Shakespeare and Edmund Spenser
Romeo and Juliet- W.Shakespeare

Wish you good luck!

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Reading Romeo and Juliet

We have read SCENE V (A hall in CAPULET’s house.) the first meeting of Romeo and Juliet at the party by Capulet's (p.13-15)

Please read  SCENE II :CAPULET’s orchard (p. 15-18) and read SCENE III :A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the CAPULETS (p. 42-46)

The play is here:

http://learningstorm.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/RMEOJLET-1.pdf

First meeting of Romeo and Juliet at the party, old film version

First meeting of Romeo and Juliet at the party, modern film version

Short Biography of Shakespeare

Poems by Talha Özdemir-Istanbul Bilgi Uni

A deserted heart

When the violets have elegance,

Though they flourish,

White skin is the eternity,

Innocence key to excellence.

Like a rose grow out of concrete

You will find yourself

In a situation,

No man ever could imagine.

The bond between us,

Cries of those who never touched,

In a palace or in a deserted heart,

The love is never enough...

(Untitled poem)

Death shall afraid, 

Not because of my bravery,

Mercy will kept by me,

Through the love of,

The ones that never,

Truly felt harmony.

Though some take a knee,

Promise, till death do us part,

Not a living could mean it,

But me.

Even the death itself,

Could not seperate,

The souls already,

Bond and affiliate,

Before the creation,

At the burgatory.

prezi fro G.Travel's

prezi for G. Travel's

prezi for G.Travel's

For Ist- Bilgi Uni. pls print out for class on 19.12.2017

Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 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, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:    So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; 

Coral is far more red than her lips' red; 

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; 

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. 

I have seen roses damasked, red and white, 

But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 

And in some perfumes is there more delight 

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. 

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know 

That music hath a far more pleasing sound; 

I grant I never saw a goddess go; 

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. 

   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare 

   As any she belied with false compare.

Please print for class at 12.12.2017

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent

John Milton, 1608 - 1674

When I consider how my light is spent,
   Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
   And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
   My true account, lest He returning chide;
   “Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
   Either man’s work or His own gifts. Who best
   Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed,
   And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
   They also serve who only stand and wait.”

To IST BILGI Pls read until next class

pls read Gulliver's Travels Part IV. chapter 1,2,3

and John Milton's "Paradise Lost": 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45718/paradise-lost-book-1-1674-version

DO NOT MISS THE CONFERENCE HELD BY THE TRANSLATION CLUB at Beykent Uni: 06.12.2017, Avalon, 16.00