*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 School has been going on for a month now officialy. And one of my favorite classes, that is an actual class is definitly Literature. I posted in here so every so often i can post the poems we read in our text book and in class. Feel free to include any of your favorite poems aswell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 SONNET 130 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 damask'd, 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. Shakespear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Slime Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 QUOTE (*Limelight* @ Oct 15 2008, 12:53 PM) SONNET 130 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 damask'd, 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. Shakespear 130 is awesome Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Canterbury Tales By Geoffrey Chaucer From what we read i loved it. I love how in depth he goes and how well he can describe every character. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 QUOTE (Slime @ Oct 14 2008, 08:55 PM) QUOTE (*Limelight* @ Oct 15 2008, 12:53 PM) SONNET 130 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 damask'd, 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. Shakespear 130 is awesome Tis, I love how he makes fun of all the conventions of the time. And it's still amazingly good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Beowulf We read only abreavaiated portions of the long poems, but what we read it was truly amazing. Great epic poem Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Sir Gawain and The Green Knight. Proving the Knights of the round table are people aswell. Loved it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fancy_Dancer Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 (edited) Everyone needs to read the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer. They're amazing! Love, Vampires, Werewolves, Danger, action, suspense...they have everything! I love them and so does my aunt who is in her 50s Edited October 15, 2008 by Fancy_Dancer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Sonnet 31 By Sir Philip Sidney: With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ! How silently, and with how wan a face ! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long with love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case; I read it in thy looks; thy languisht grace To me that feel the like, thy state descries. Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there, ungratefulness? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fancy_Dancer Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 Wuthering Heights-Emily Bronte Its a classic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fancy_Dancer Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 Running with Scissors-Augusten Bouroughs hilarious book Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 SONNET 116- Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Sonnet 73- Shakespeare That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 15, 2008 Author Share Posted October 15, 2008 Haven't got here in class yet, but i looked ahead and found it Samuel Taylor Coleridge Kubla Khan OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A FRAGMENT. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Janie Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 QUOTE (*Limelight* @ Oct 14 2008, 08:52 PM) And one of my favorite classes, that is an actual class is definitly Literature. Feel free to include any of your favorite poems aswell. I can't tell you how many lit classes I took in college. I have a lot of favorite poets, and maybe I'll share more poems later but right now, here are two of my favorites: ROBERT CREELEY I Know a Man As I sd to my friend, because I am always talking, - John, I sd, which was not his name, the darkness sur- rounds us, what can we do against it, or else, shall we & why not, buy a goddamn big car, drive, he sd, for christ's sake, look out where yr going. (1957) WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold (1934) I love both of these poems so much I have them framed. why not, buy a goddamn big car, Shooey. I love that line. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finding IT Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finding IT Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 One of my favorite poems is Dover Beach, by Arnold. IMO, it is one of the finest lyric poems ever written in the language. The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand; Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Agaean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Finding IT Posted October 15, 2008 Share Posted October 15, 2008 Also love Wallace Steven's ode to existentialism, The Snow Man. One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Rolinda Bonz Posted October 16, 2008 Share Posted October 16, 2008 you know that "for whom the bell tolls" guy? no no no, not james hetfield *slap* THIS guy... John Donne Song GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till Age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know; Such a pilgrimage were sweet. Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three. he did this one too... The Good Morrow I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west ? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Limelight* Posted October 16, 2008 Author Share Posted October 16, 2008 QUOTE (Rolinda Bonz @ Oct 15 2008, 08:30 PM) you know that "for whom the bell tolls" guy? no no no, not james hetfield *slap* THIS guy... John Donne Song GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till Age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know; Such a pilgrimage were sweet. Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three. he did this one too... The Good Morrow I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ; Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west ? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. Both of those were lovely Roli, liked them very much Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queen of Megadon Posted October 16, 2008 Share Posted October 16, 2008 (edited) QUOTE (Janie @ Oct 15 2008, 08:16 AM) WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold (1934) Oh ThankYou! for bringing William Carlos Williams back to me! Shame on me for forgetting. wow...that was so very cool. (disclosure--I was an English/Communications major in college with a writing concentration, but oh did I love me my poetry classes!) Edited October 16, 2008 by Queen of Megadon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fridge Posted October 16, 2008 Share Posted October 16, 2008 She Walks In Beauty(Lord Byron) SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! And who could forget one of Scotlands finest contributors. the incomparable Robert Burns For a' That and a' That Is there, for honest poverty, That hings his head, an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure, an' a' that; The rank is but the guinea's stamp; The man's the gowd for a' that, What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin-gray, an' a' that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His riband, star, an' a' that, The man o' independent mind, He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities, an' a' that, The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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