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I need help on my english final please =[
Posted by: caligurl (74.61.237.---)
Date: May 30, 2009 08:26PM

For my AP English final I have to do 5 short answers about a page long on different topics. The teacher already gave us the questions so we could study. Please help me. My final is on tuesday. These are the questions. Help me on either of them. Thanks. = ]

1.John Keats struggled with the paradox of death and immortality. How is his struggle expressed in the two poems "Ode to a Nightingale" and "ode on a Grecian Urn"?

2. Sophocles's Oedipus the King can be read as an examination of the conlfict between fate and man's free will. /explore that conflinct, focusing primarily on the events of the play.

3. Oedipus is a model for Aristotle in the philospher's definition of the tragic hero. Explain Aristotle's definition af tragedy and the tragic hero and the ways in which the play and the character illustrate those definitions.

4. Select one of Wilde;s satire in the Importance of Being Earnest and explain both how he employs humor to express that topic and also what point he is trying to make.

5. Language and dialect are vital to Pygamilion. Explain how Shaw utilizes them and how they convey them in the play.

Re: I need help on my english final please =[
Posted by: IanAKB (210.84.7.---)
Date: May 31, 2009 09:32AM

Caligurl, this is a poetry site, and only #1 out of those topics relates to poetry. The others all relate to plays.

It seems to me that the first step in tackling #1, besides reading the poems, is to decide what you mean, or - more accurately - what your teacher/examiner means, by "the paradox of death and immortality". Otherwise you are just floundering about.

The topic you have been set appears to assume that that "paradox" is obvious or is a widely known concept or piece of knowledge, and that accordingly you should know what it is. I have to say I find that a dubious and unfair and rather muddled assumption.

My dictionary defines a paradox as "(1) a statement or proposition seemingly self-contradictory or absurd, and yet explicable as expressing a truth", or (2) "a self-contradictory and false proposition", or (3) "any person or thing exhibiting apparent contradictions", or (4) an opinion or statement contrary to received opinion".

Do death and immortality contradict each other? Only if they are applied to the very same thing. There's no contradiction in saying that one thing dies, and something else doesn't.

What understanding of the paradox have you adopted for the purpose of preparing your answer?


Re: I need help on my english final please =[
Posted by: IanAKB (210.84.7.---)
Date: May 31, 2009 09:51AM

Might as well put up the poems:

Ode to a Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
   My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
   One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
   But being too happy in thine happiness,--
         That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
            In some melodious plot
   Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
         Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
   Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
   Dance, and Provenšal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
   Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
         With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
            And purple-stained mouth;
   That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
         And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
   hat thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
   Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
   Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
         Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
            And leaden-eyed despairs,
   Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
         Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
   Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
   Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
   And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
         Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
            But here there is no light,
   Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
         Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
   Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
   Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
   White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
         Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
            And mid-May's eldest child,
   The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
         The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
   I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
   To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
   To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
         While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
            In such an ecstasy!
   Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain--
         To thy high requiem become a sod.

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 oft-times 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 fam'd 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?

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/31/2009 09:57AM by IanAKB.

Re: I need help on my english final please =[
Posted by: IanAKB (210.84.7.---)
Date: May 31, 2009 10:13AM

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
   Thou foster child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
   A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
      Of deities or mortals, or of both,
      In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
   What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
      What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
   Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
   Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
   Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
      Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
   She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
      Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
   Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,
   Forever piping songs forever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
   Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
      Forever panting, and forever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
   That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
      A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
   To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
   And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
   Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
      Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
   Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
      Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
   Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
   Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
   When old age shall this generation waste,
      Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
   "Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
      Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/31/2009 10:19AM by IanAKB.

Re: I need help on my english final please =[
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Date: September 19, 2011 06:46PM

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