Title :
Annabele Lee is the name of the lost love.
Paraphrase:
A long time ago in a kingdom by the sea lived Anabel Lee. A woman I loved and a woman who loved me
We were young and we loved each other with a passion that was envied by the heavens
Because we loved each other she became sick and her brother came and took her away form our kingdom by the sea
The Angles themselves killed Annabel Lee for they were jealous of the love she had for me
Our love was stronger and not even the angles could keep us apart
I see her at night in the stars and I lay by her tomb there by the sea
Connotations:
When referring to the angels he was actually generalizing. He new the angels had not actually killed her but her relatives didn't want them apart. the angels were actually all those that opposed their love.
Attitudes:
This is definitely a tragic love poem. It's a poem about lost love that is gained once again only through death. Death was the only answer and the only way the two lovers could be happy. I love this poem. It's dark yet holds so much passion and love.
Shift:
At the beginning of the poem the poet is upset at his recent lost. He is angered at the jealousy of the angles and how his love was selfishly taken away from him. He begins to fell better toward the middle off the poem and is resolved at the end. He is happy that at least he gets to stay with his love in death.
Title Revised:
The title remains the same. It is just the name of the lost love although at the end we see how tragic her life ended up being.
Theme:
Resignation. It is about love but it's the tragic side of love. It's learning to settle with what you are able to keep of that person who owns your heart even if all that you can keep is their tomb.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Seventh Reading
We grow accustomed to the Dark by Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darkness --
Those Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darkness --
Those Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
Group Poems
Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Edgar Allan Poe
A Song Of Life
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?) ,
I can laugh at the world and its sages
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?) ,
I can laugh at the world and its sages
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.
I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are tou troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are tou troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.
Come out of the world – come above it
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises
But only the perfume of flowers
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises
But only the perfume of flowers
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.
We grow accustomed to the Dark by Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark --
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darkness --
Those Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
When light is put away --
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye --
A Moment -- We uncertain step
For newness of the night --
Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark --
And meet the Road -- erect --
And so of larger -- Darkness --
Those Evenings of the Brain --
When not a Moon disclose a sign --
Or Star -- come out -- within --
The Bravest -- grope a little --
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead --
But as they learn to see --
Either the Darkness alters --
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight --
And Life steps almost straight.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Stephen King's Carrie - Prose Essay Prompts
Novel:
Carrie
Author:
Stephen King
Year: 1974
Prompt 1:
American horror writer Stephen King is known for his
ghastly novels most of which are filled with gore, outcasts and eventual
tragedy. His novel, Carrie is no
different with its vengeful teenage girl who at one point explodes and creates
havoc in the town of Chamberlin. Analyze how King uses imagery and diction in
order to make such a vivid horror story come to life in his audience’s mind and
how his theme in Carrie helps
maintain that sense of horror and suspense throughout the novel.
Prompt 2:
"People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it."
- Stephen King, Carrie
Prompt 2:
"People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it."
- Stephen King, Carrie
This quote
reflects Stephen King’s cynical views on the mentality and nature of humans. Analyze
how the concept behind this quote is played out in the King’s novel Carrie (1974).
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Act 2 notes
- Macbeth is not in doubt. Macbeth had made up his mind and will please his wife. He will kill Duncan. It is no longer a matter of making up his mind. It never really was. He was pressured into having to make the decision of killing Duncan by Lady Macbeth
- He goes back to Macbeth now with a troubled conscience
- Lady Macbeth accuses him of being a coward and plans on blaming the guards for the murder of Duncan.
- A knocking at their door scares Macbeth but simply startles Lady Macbeth
- Porter opens to Macduff and Lennox
- Macduff finds the dead king and alarms everyone
- Macbeth killed the guards who were blamed for the murder of Duncan
- Duncan's two sons flee and so suspects of ordering their father's death
- Macbeth has gone to Scone to be crowned
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Macbeth Active Reading Notes Act 1
- King James fascinated with witchcraft
- three witches don't play an "evil" role in the play
- they don't lie to Macbeth they are actually truthful when telling him about his fortune
- King Duncan king of Scotland and wants to make give Macbeth the title that had belonged to the thane of Cawdor
- Macbeth along with Banquo had fought bravely which led to Duncan's decision and gratitude
- Macbeth thrilled to learn about Duncan's decision and tells his wife Lady Macbeth the good news through a letter
- Lady Macbeth is not thrilled
- she is angry and craves power/wealth so creates a plan
- once Macbeth is home with his wife she tells him how much of a pansy he is
- Lady Macbeth is a cruel women, beyond cruel actually
- she is merciless and instead of asking for characteristics such as patience and strength she asks for her conscience not to get in the way of her sinister plan to kill Duncan with the help of Macbeth
- Macbeth agrees to her plan
AP English Practice Test
Part 1
1. C
2. E
3. E
4. E
5. C
6. B
7. A
8. B
9. A
10. A
11. D
12. C
13. E
14. C
15. B
Part 2
16. E
17. C
18. A
19. A
20. B
21. A
22. C
23. B
24. A
25. A
26. E
27. B
28. B
Part 3
29. D
30. D
31. C
32. E
33. D
34. E
35. A
36. B
37. E
38. A
39. D
40. C
41. E
Part 4
42. B
43. B
44. A
45. B
46. C
47. A
48. C
49. C
50. A
Part 5
51. C
52. C
53. D
54. E
1. C
2. E
3. E
4. E
5. C
6. B
7. A
8. B
9. A
10. A
11. D
12. C
13. E
14. C
15. B
Part 2
16. E
17. C
18. A
19. A
20. B
21. A
22. C
23. B
24. A
25. A
26. E
27. B
28. B
Part 3
29. D
30. D
31. C
32. E
33. D
34. E
35. A
36. B
37. E
38. A
39. D
40. C
41. E
Part 4
42. B
43. B
44. A
45. B
46. C
47. A
48. C
49. C
50. A
Part 5
51. C
52. C
53. D
54. E
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