英美文学导论阅读参考书目PoetryElizabethan Poetry1. Determine whether the following poems are an English sonnet or an Italian sonnet.How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday‘sMost quiet need, by sun and by candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood‘s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints – I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!– and, if god choose, I shall but love thee better after death. One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that doest in vain assayA mortal thing so to immortalize,For I myself shall like to this decay,And eek my name be wiped out likewise.Not so (quoth I), let baser things deviseTo die in dust, but you shall live by fame:My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where whenas Death shall all the world subdue, Out love shall live, and later life renew.2. Appreciate the following poems. What are the main ideas expressed in the following poems? How does the poet express these ideas?Sonnet 18by ShakespeareShall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.Sonnet 116—by ShakespeareLet me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark (三桅帆船), Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come:Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.The Bargain-- Sir Philip SidneyMy true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for another given:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven: My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one,My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own,I cherish his because in me it bides:My true love hath my heart, and I have his.Song: to Celia--by Ben JonsonDrink to me, only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine ;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I'll not look for wine.The thirst, that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine :But might I of Jove's nectar sup (god‘s wine),I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath,Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that thereIt could not wither'd be.But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me :Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.Go and Catch a Falling Star -- by John DonneGo and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are,Or who cleft the Devil’s foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy’s stinging,And findWhat windServes to advance an honest mind.If thou be‘st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see,Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return‘st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swearNo whereLives a woman true, and fair.If thou find‘st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go,Though at next door we might meet: Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter,Yet sheWill beFalse, ere I come, to two or three.Compare Sidney and Shakespeare‘s poems with that of Donne, what is the difference in central idea?Romantic Poetry AppreciationI Wandered Lonely as a Cloud-- by WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed---and gazed---but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.Questions:1.What scenery has been described in this poem?2.What feeling does that scenery bring to the poet?3.What images reflect the poet‘s feeling and which words help to build up the images?4.What is the main idea of the last stanza?5.What features of writing of Wordsworth does this poem reveal?Kubla KhanIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover!And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced:Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war!The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw:It was an Abyssinian maid,And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win meThat with music loud and longI would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fedAnd drunk the milk of Paradise.When We Two Parted（《昔日依依别》）When we two parted昔日依依惜别，In silence and tears，泪流默默无言；Half broken-hearted 离恨肝肠断，To sever for years，此别又几年。
