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Associative Claim for George Gordon Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty”
Directions: Work with each other (or alone) to annotate the poem using this method:
1. Read the poem together once – get a dictionary and look up unfamiliar words (“tress”?).
2. Read the poem again and underline the verbs and verbal forms (Which side of the “wall” does this poem live on? Sun or moon?).
3. Read the poem again and box the repeaters.
4. Read the poem again and squiggle states of being (SOBs).
5. Circle evidence (concrete diction, details, imagery – D.I.D.).
6. Write associations next to each line(ish) of the poem (abstract concepts that come to your mind when you look at the concrete language).
7. Draw a line connecting the associations to the evidence you circled.
8. Ask yourselves, “What does Byron use to help us understand his meaning (contrast, repetition, juxtaposition, or shift)?”
9. Cite at least one relationship between and among pieces of evidence and the associations (contrast, repetition, juxtaposition, shift - C.R.J.S).
10. Write an associative claim that follows this format (or not – this is just one way of skinning a cat, so to speak):
Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty” __________________ ____________ of ______________ and ______________ to show ___________________________________.
(C.R.J.S. – your verb)
(D.I.D.)
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(theme/tone – more that one word)
She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon Lord Byron, 1815
Associations
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!
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Associative Claim for William Wordsworth’s “The World Is Too Much with Us”
Directions: Work with each other (or alone) to annotate the poem using this method:
11. Read the poem together once – get a dictionary and look up unfamiliar words (“sordid boon”? “outworn”? “lea”? “Proteus”? “Triton”?).
12. Read the poem again and underline the verbs and verbal forms (Looky, it’s a sonnet, ma’!).
13. Read the poem again and box the repeaters.
14. Read the poem again and squiggle states of being (SOBs).
15. Circle evidence (concrete diction, details, imagery – D.I.D.).
16. Write associations next to each line(ish) of the poem (abstract concepts that come to your mind when you look at the concrete language).
17. Draw a line connecting the associations to the evidence you circled.
18. Ask yourselves, “What does Wordsworth (looks like Mr. Burns from The Simpsons) use to help us understand his meaning (contrast, repetition, juxtaposition, or shift)?”
19. Cite at least one relationship between and among pieces of evidence and the associations (contrast, repetition, juxtaposition, shift - C.R.J.S).
20. Write an associative claim that follows this format (or not – this is just one way of skinning a cat, so to speak):
Wordsworth’s “The World Is Too Much…” __________________ ____________ of ______________ and ______________ to show ______________________________.
(C.R.J.S. – your verb)
(D.I.D.)
(example)
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(theme/tone – more that one word)
The World Is Too Much with Us
William Wordsworth, 1807
Associations
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
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