• Open your notebooks to a blank sheet of paper and write
down two goals for the end of the year!
• 1) Academic Goal for 4th Quarter
• 2) Personal Goal for the end of High School
• Make sure you have your text book!
Open your textbooks to page 647
• In your notes, write down an definition for “poetry”
• Share
• Poetry
• A universal as language and almost as ancient
• It has always been important
• People have always been more successful at appreciating poetry than at
defining it
• language that says more and it says it more intensely than
ordinary language
• Types of language
• Informative
• “It is Monday”
“We are in AP English”
• This is how language is use practically
• Literary
• Novels, short stories, plays, and poems
• Dealing with human experience
• Persuasion
• Advertisements, sermons, political speeches
• Argument
• What do you know about eagles? (informative language)
• What argument can you create, or are you aware of that deals
with eagles? (persuasive language)
• Read the poem “The Eagle” by Tennyson on page 649 (literary
language)
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sear beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sear beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
1. Always looking for a lesson or a bit of moral instruction
2. All poetry is beautiful
When icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“Tu-whit, tu-who!”
A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
“Tu-whit, tu-who!”
A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed
through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could
pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.