She Walks in Beutty

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824) 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;
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!
|____Images____ |__Diction__ |Figurative language |
|Cloudless climes |mellowd |simile: “she walk in beauty, like the night” |
|starry skies |gaudy |Synecdoche: “the smiles that win, the tints that glow |
|dark and bright |nameless grace | |
|tender light |softly | |
|gaudy day |serenely sweet express pure | |
|waves |peace | |
|dwelling place |love | |
|smiles | | |
| | | |
|Tones and Shifts |____Theme______ true beauty|Literary period characteristics |
|lines 1-6~in love |comes from innocence and purity. |extravagant, melancholic, courageous it demonstrates |
|lines 6-7~nature | |what a woman is really worth. It looks beyond physical |
|lines 8-13~elegant and innocent | |appearance. The romantic era |

LIFE IS BUT A DREAM by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July-- Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear-- Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die; Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
|Images |Diction |Figurative language |
|sunny sky |nestled near |alliteration :lingering in the golden |
|dreamily |slain |gleam—life, what is it but a dream? |
|evening of july |waking eyes tale| |
| |to hear die | |
| |lingering | |
|Tone and shifts: |Theme: |literary period characteristics In |
|lines 1-6~happy |people wait for answers for years but never|literature and the other arts, the |
|lines 7-12~cold |get one and every thing all seems a dream. |Victorians attempted to combine |
|Lines 13-18~hope | |Romantic ... Victorian, in other words,|
|Lines 19-20~dreamy | |can be taken to mean parent of the |
| | |modern |

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

|Images: |Diction: |Figurative language |
|juicy bone |stop |alliteration: my north, my south, my east |
|muffled drum |cut off |and west, my…. |
|moaning |barking |Personification: Pack up the moon and |
| |circle |dismantle the sun |
| |dismantle the sun | |
|Tone and shifts lines: |Theme: the |Literary period characteristics |
|1-4~sad lines: |person who is talking wants everybody to | |
|5-8~mourning lines: |stop what there doing and pay there | |
|9-12~lonely lines; |respects for the one he or she loves. The | |
|13-16~discouraged |person feels like there is nothing left to | |
| |live for they fell sad and lonely. | |

I never shall forget By: Carla martinez

I never shall forget my hope, the hope that my heart clang to, which I held on to so desperately hoping to see you one more time,

Never shall I forget the pain my heart felt, as it shattered in to a million pieces, which I felt as I let go of my shining star, tears dropping one by one like giant raindrops.

I never shall forget the happiness painted over my face, which my star made me feel every time it shined over me,

I never shall forget the smile that you brought upon me every time you felt happy which you with your humour and kindness taught me

I never shall forget the tears, that stabbed my heart as I said goodbye which rolled down my cheeks one by one themselves crying because you were parting my sky