Friday, September 13, 2013

For Tuesday, September 17

Do a TPCASTT analysis over the two John Keats sonnets in your packet.  I have placed them at the bottom of this post for your convenience.

Finish reading Chapter 2 in The Great Divorce.  We will discuss the chapter and add to our analysis of setting and tone.

Work on polishing your Kafka essay.  REMINDER:  The final draft of the essay is due Thursday, September 19.

For those of you who were out on Friday, you will need to turn in your TPCASTT analyses over the Shakespeare sonnets on Monday.  Tuesday will be too late.

MLA citation format for The Metamorphosis in the AP textbook.

Lastname, First name. "Title of Story/novella." Title of Collection. Ed. Editor's Name(s). City of Publication: Publisher, Year. Page range of entry. Medium of Publication.




Keat's Sonnets:


When I have fears that I may cease to be
      Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
    Before high piled books, in charactry,
  Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
  Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
  Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
  That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
  Of unreflecting love; -- then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.


O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
            Let it not be among the jumbled heap
            Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—when the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
            May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
            'Mongst boughs pavillion'd where the deer's swift
            leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
            Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
            Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
            Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. 




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