Wednesday, February 9, 2011

February 9 Reading Quiz

For today’s class I asked you to read Chapter 5 of the Vendler book, which is about the play of language. Today I want you to use any of the skills your learned from the Vendler chapter to analyze stanzas 7 and 8 of “Ode to a Nightingale.”

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!   
No hungry generations tread thee down; 
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
   In ancient days by emperor and clown:
 Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
  Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, 
    She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
           The same that ofttimes hath
   Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
     Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
   To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
 Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
   As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
 Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
  Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
     Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
           In the next valley-glades:
   Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
     Fled is that music:—do I wake or sleep?

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