English 12. Literary Terms. Literary Terms. Allegory: An extended narrative in prose or verse in which characters, events, and settings represent abstract qualities where the writer intends a second meaning to be read beneath the surface story
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O, my offence is rank it smells to heaven;It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,A brother's murder. Pray can I not,Though inclination be as sharp as will:My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;And, like a man to double business bound,I stand in pause where I shall first begin,And both neglect. What if this cursed handWere thicker than itself with brother's blood,Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavensTo wash it white as snow?(2.3)
The underlined section makes reference to the slaying of Abel by Cain in the Bible
(22 November 1819 – 22 December 1880),
better known by her pen name
George Eliot, was an
English novelist. Her most famous
work is MIDDLEMARCH (1871-72),
“Sing, Heavenly Muse”
Eg. Bonnie George Campbell
Hie upon the Highlands, and laigh upon the Tay,Bonnie George Campbell rode, out on a day.He saddled, he bridled, and gallant rode he,And hame came his guid horse, but never cam he.Out cam his mother, dear, greeting fu sair,And out cam his bonnie bryde, riving her hair."The meadow lies green the corn is unshornBut bonnie George Campbell will never return.Saddled and bridled and booted rode he,A plume in his helment, a sword at his knee.but toom cam his saddle, all bloody to seeOh, hame cam his guid horse, but never cam he
“Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
line falls on every other syllable
1st & 3rd =
2nd & 4th =
It was in and about the Martinmas timeWhen the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Graeme, in the West Country, fell in love with Barbara AllanHe sent his men down through the townTo the place where she was dwelling “O haste and come to my master dear,Gin ye be Barbara Allan”O hooly, hooly rose she up,To the place where he was lyingAnd when she drew the curtain by,“Young man, I think you’re dying.”O it’s I’m sick, and very sick,And it’s a’ for Barbara Allan”;“O the better for me ye’s never be,Though your heart’s blood were a spilling.
The young man
is love sick
(ten syllables per line)
Eg. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
And burned the topless towers of Illium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss
Christopher Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus
Eg. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
Eg. Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye
by Dorothy Parker from “Inventory”
Eg. A section from Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress”
My vegetable love should growVaster than empires, and more slow;An hundred years should go to praiseThine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;Two hundred to adore each breast,But thirty thousand to the rest;An age at least to every part,And the last age should show your heart.For, Lady, you deserve this state,Nor would I love at lower rate.
What is Iambic Pentameter?
Ten syllables in each line
Five pairs of alternating unstressed and stressed syllables
The rhythm in each line sounds like: ba-BUM / ba-BUM / ba-BUM / ba-BUM / ba-BUM
If mu- / -sic be / the food / of love, / play on Is this / a dag- / -ger I / see be- / fore me?
Not from successful love alone,
Nor wealth, nor honor’d middle age, nor victories of politics
But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm
As gorgeous vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
As softness, fulness, rest ,suffuse the frame, like fresher,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last
Hangs really finish’d and indolent-ripe on the tree,
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
The brooding and blissful halcyon days!