9 Şubat 2017 Perşembe
14 Ocak 2017 Cumartesi
FINAL EXAM
Dear Students
This final exam will give you an opportunity to
demonstrate that you have met the outcomes for Introduction to Poetry. You must
earn a C or grade better at this exam in order to earn a passing grade in the
course.
Please consider that I am going to ask you about the
last poems that we have read, especially those who are short. An exception
however is the Canterbury Tales by Chaucer. It will be wisely when you focus on
the original English and how the words have changed.
Please practice: Allusion, Alliteration, Metaphor,
Simile, Personification and Rhyme Scheme.
I wish you good luck!
Best
Gh
Ps: When I ask 1there is an allusion, pls explain!”,
do not answer with “yes there is” J I
can’t give you some points for that answer, especially not at a final exam.
8 Ocak 2017 Pazar
From The Canterbury Tales:Original
From The Canterbury Tales:
General Prologue
lines 1-42: Introduction
General Prologue
lines 1-42: Introduction
Here bygynneth the Book
of the Tales of Caunterbury
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Whan that
Aprill, with his shoures soote
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The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
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Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
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5
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Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
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Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
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10
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That slepen al the nyght with open eye-
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Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
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And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
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To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
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15
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And specially from every shires ende
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Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
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In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay
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Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage
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At nyght was come into that hostelrye
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Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye
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25
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Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
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In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle,
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That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde.
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The chambres and
the stables weren wyde,
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And wel we weren esed atte beste;
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30
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That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,
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And made forward erly
for to ryse
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To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse.
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35
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Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun
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To telle yow al the condicioun
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And whiche they weren, and of what degree,
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And at a knyght than
wol I first bigynne.
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1 Ocak 2017 Pazar
Print this out for class please!
Shall I compare thee
to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare,
1564 - 1616
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest 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 64
Edmund Spenser
Comming to kisse her lyps (such
grace I found)
Me seemd I smelt a gardin of
sweet flowres
That dainty odours from them
three around
For damzels fit to decke their
lovers bowres
Her lips did smell lyke unto gillyflowers
Her ruddy cheeks lyke unto roses
red;
Her snowy browes lyke budded
bellamoures,
Her lovely eyes lyke pincks but
newly spred,
Her goodly bosome lyke a strawberrry bed,
Her neck lyke to a bounch of
cullambynes;
Her brest lyke lillyes ere theyr
leaves be shed,
Her nipples lyke yong blossomd
jessemynes.
Such fragrant flowres doe give most odorous smell,
But her sweet odour did them all
excell.
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