Reminders: vocabulary 15 is due Tuesday
Roman numeral practice Wednesday
Response to one of three Robert Frost poems due Tuesday
These are the last of the out of class regular assignments. Any other term grades will be from class work. The expectation is that everyone is working on their final exam.
English III Honors Final Exam for the 2010-2011 school year. DUE THURSDAY JUNE 9
The final exam is divided into three parts: personal reflection, college essay and poem analysis.
General information: all work should be typed, Times New Roman, size 12 font with an MLA heading and correct use of pagination and headers. Please keep in mind that this is 25% of your whole year’s grade. The objective is to demonstrate analytical skills, critical thinking skills, an understanding of the literary elements of literature (plot, character, tone, theme, dialogue, setting and figurative language devices) and a proficiency with English grammar, syntax and spelling.
Part 1: personal reflection.
This shall consist of a minimum of 750 words. In paragraph form discuss how you have grown as a writer this year. Reflect upon those assignments or works of literature that challenged you. What frustrations did you encounter and how have you overcome them; in contrast, what worked well for you? What strengths did you discover? What type of learner are you. To refresh your memory, please read over the blog. Your observations should be specific.
Part 2: college essay.
In 500 words- no less or more than 25, answer the following: Are you a poem or a novel?
This allows you great flexibility with your response. I suggest that you take the time to define these. You may adapt almost any personal saga or observation, but this question will provide a witty framework- and can be tidied up for the fall.
Part 3: poetry analysis.
You have a choice of either Eliot’s The Hollow Men or Robert Browning’s My Last Duchess. They are from different time frames and involve very different themes. For My Last Duchess: discuss the character of the narrator. For The Hollow Men: discuss the theme of the poem. For whichever one you choose, you must have copious textual support. As always you will make a statement, support it through text and give an analysis. Please remember that your conclusion is not a restatement of the introduction, but an original thought, a universal connection. Anyone who feels a need to plagiarize will receive a zero for this part of the final.
T.S. Eliot - The Hollow Men
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
My Last Duchess
Robert Browning
FERRARA
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
the curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
Her husband's presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess's cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps
Over my lady's wrist too much," or Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half flush that dies along her throat": such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of you. She had
A heart--how shall I say?--too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, 'twas all one! My favor at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace--all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men--good! but thanked
Somehow--I know not how--as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech--(which I have not)--to make your will
Quite clear to such a one, and say, "Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss
Or there exceed the mark"--and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse
--E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet
the company below, then. I repeat
The Count your master's known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretense
Of mine dowry will be disallowed
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
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