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These are the poems we will deal with in the second semester
Tutorial one
Who goes with Fergus? by W. B. Yeats
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
"Recital” by John Updike
Eskimos in Manitoba,
Barracuda off Aruba,
Cock an ear when Roger Bobo
Starts to solo on the tuba.
Men of every station -- Pooh-Bah,
Nabob, bozo, toff, and hobo --
Cry in unison, "Indubi-
Tably, there is simply nobo-
Dy who oompahs on the tubo,
Solo, quite like Roger Bubo!"
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Tutorial two
"Eight O'clock" by Houssam
He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.
Upon Julia's Voice
When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute
The splonder falls by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The splendor falls on castle walls
and snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
and the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying,
blow bugle; Answer, echoes, Dying, Dying, Dying.
O Hark, O Hear! How thin and clear, and thinner,
clearer farther going!
O Sweet and far from cliff
and scar the horns of Elfand faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying;
Blow, bugle; Answer, echoes, Dying, Dying, Dying.
Love, they die in yon rich sky,
they faint on hill or field or riverour echoes roll
from soul to soul, and grow for ever and forever.
Blow Bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying,
and answer, echoes, answer, Dying, Dying, Dying.
Tutorial one Who goes with Fergus? by W. B. YeatsWho will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.
"Recital” by John UpdikeEskimos in Manitoba,
Barracuda off Aruba,
Cock an ear when Roger Bobo
Starts to solo on the tuba.
Men of every station -- Pooh-Bah,
Nabob, bozo, toff, and hobo --
Cry in unison, "Indubi-
Tably, there is simply nobo-
Dy who oompahs on the tubo,
Solo, quite like Roger Bubo!"
A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William WordsworthA slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Tutorial two "Eight O'clock" by Houssam He stood, and heard the steeple
Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town.
One, two, three, four, to market-place and people
It tossed them down.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,
He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;
And then the clock collected in the tower
Its strength, and struck.
Upon Julia's VoiceWhen I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music strucken mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute
The splonder falls by Alfred, Lord TennysonThe splendor falls on castle walls
and snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
and the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying,
blow bugle; Answer, echoes, Dying, Dying, Dying.
O Hark, O Hear! How thin and clear, and thinner,
clearer farther going!
O Sweet and far from cliff
and scar the horns of Elfand faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying;
Blow, bugle; Answer, echoes, Dying, Dying, Dying.
Love, they die in yon rich sky,
they faint on hill or field or riverour echoes roll
from soul to soul, and grow for ever and forever.
Blow Bugle blow, set the wild echoes flying,
and answer, echoes, answer, Dying, Dying, Dying.
