Thursday, January 20, 2011

Keats' Song

Sean's poem response

Lyrics

I know that I will see
This dream again.
I just want to stay in it,
I truly hope that I can.

The dream used to haunt me,
Until I found out what it meant.
Now I'm compelled by this dream
To have this life fully spent.

Not to have it wasted away
On worthless doubt and regret.
But to have it used for something,
Something that I can respect.

I see it more clearly,
That purpose which I looked past.
But I'm anxious for this new future,
How will I know if this purpose will last

So for now I'll try to sleep
And see if I can increase its span.
That's all I really care about right now,
That tempting dream again.

It's similar to "On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer" in being able to understand something that could not be understood earlier. But its different from what Keats wrote in the sense that the character does not completely embrace his revelation. He does not truly become inspired by the dream to live out his life, he instead wastes it on going back to an easier and happier "dream."

Work Cited

Keats, John. "On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer." Ed. Ronald A. Horton. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 1999.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Percy Bysshe Shelley Resume

Name: Percy Bysshe Shelley

Born: August 4, 1792

Died: July 8, 1822 (drowned)

Education:
-Sion House Academy, 1802-1804
-Eton College, 1804-1810
-Former Oxford student, 1810-1811

Previous occupation: Romantic Poet

Noticeable works:
-"Ozymandias"
-"Ode to the West Wind"
-"Queen Mab"
- Prometheus Unbound

Associates:
-Lord Byron
-Thomas Jefferson Hog
-Robert Browning

Medical history: Previous cases of nervous anxiety

Personal beliefs:
-A non-conformist with revolutionary and radical ideas.
-Atheism
-Vegetarianism
-Anitauthoritarian

Personal life:
-Married Harriet Westbrook (first wife) and had two children with her.
-After Harriet died, Shelley married Mary Godwin (second wife) and had three children with her.


Works Cited

Everett, Glenn. "Shelley Biography." The Victorian Web. July 2000. Web. 18 Jan. 2011. <victorianweb.org/previctorian/shelley/bio.html&gt>.

Horton, Ronald A. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 1999. Print.
 
"Percy Bysshe Shelley." Mahalo. Web. 18 Jan. 2011. <mahalo.com/stub/percy-bysshe-shelley&gt>.







Thursday, January 13, 2011

Byron Poem

These thoughts are bursting from me;
I still hear the warning echo.
I'm confused as to why you can't see.
I will tell you what everyone has to know.

This world is at risk, it will surely fall.
Everyone's life could be at stake,
But I know I answered the call.
Now the truth I know has been deemed fake.

The echo that I once had,
The they chose not to hear,
It has shown me a world gone mad,
And now I've been locked up out of fear.

Look at what has happened. Don't ask "why" or "how."
Do you remember the message long ago?
My friend, do you notice it now?
The calm is over; it is no longer the same echo.


This poem is follows the same rhyme scheme as "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year." It is suppose to illustrate individual over group perceptions. The man in the poem has a warning for others, but they choose to not believe him. They imprisoned him because of his views. Towards the end, the chaotic events he told them start to come true. So he had been right all along.

Work Cited

Gordon, George. "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year." Ed. Ronald A. Horton. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 1999. Print.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Old China Voicemail



Work Cited

Lamb, Charles. "Old China." Ed. Ronald A. Horton. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 1999. Print.




Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Circular, Solitary Journeys

When he had gained consciousness, he was in a great deal of confusion. From what he could tell he was in some kind of desert with sand around him and the sun glaring down on him. There were several strange caves and rock structures all around him. He was unable to remember his name or how he got there. He sat there pondering his situation until out from the ground shot out a giant tentacle. It nearly slammed down on him, but some one had pushed him out of the way as it came down. When he looked up he saw that a dog was staring back down at him. "We have to leave now," said the dog. The young man was speechless. He did not know if it was the dog talking or the calamari trying to attack him that left him shocked, but he decided to follow the dog. "Keep moving or it will catch us soon," barked the dog. "I must be going crazy!" yelled the man as he looked back to see more tentacles shoot out from the sand. The young man let out a feminine scream and asked the dog, "Where am I? Who am I? How'd I get here? How can you tal-" The dog interrupted the man and sarcastically said, "I'll tell you when you're older, but right now we need to get you back home. You don't belong here. I was sent to retrieve you and guide you back to your true home. The man asked, "How do I get back?" The dog replied, "We need to head north. There will be a large ca-" before he could finish the tentacle reappeared and got a hold of the dog. The man rushed to help, but the dog exclaimed, "Get back! I knew this was to happen; you must keep going. You will find a cave. There should be the figure of a fish etched in above the opening. It will be dark there, but there should be a light towards the end that will return you to your home. Go boy!" Then in an instant the dog was pulled into the sand. The man sprinted away and headed north with gratefulness to the dog. He continued to travel for another three days alone. The journey was hard and he was dehydrated, but he finally found the cave. He was hesitant to enter since he could not see the light nor his home. With doubt and fear he decided to not enter the cave.

Immediately after his decision, he began looking elsewhere to find water. He was completely exhausted from searching for water. But as he turned to look back towards the cave, an oasis had appeared behind him. In a sense of relief he went to drink the water, but only tasted sand. Instantly, a tentacle grabbed him and he was pulled into the water. He was being pulled further down, as if he was in the ocean, and was eventually pulled down to the very bottom. With his face in the sand, he saw the colossal , angry octopus that had him clenched. He also saw the dog, who looked perfectly fine dog-paddling in the water. He tried to ask the dog for help and began apologizing for not listening to the dog. The only sounds he could make were getting garbled by the water. But the dog had heard him and had forgiven him. The waters began to recede into the earth along with the colossal octopus. The man blacked out.

When he had gained consciousness, he was in a great deal of confusion. From what he could tell he was in some kind of desert with sand around him and the sun glaring down on him. There were several strange caves and rock structures all around him. He was unable to remember his name or how he got there. He sat there trying to remember what happened. He seemed to recall a very distant memory.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Common Things in an Uncommon Light


I used Fotosketcher to create this picture. It is a picture of a pigeon with its wings spread. I flipped the picture upside down and changed the lighting and color intensity of the original picture. I decided to do a bird picture since I see them everyday at study hall.

I think that Wordsworth lived a life that had a lot of emotional struggle (Horton 523). He had an obvious love for nature, which many people in this time period do not have. I liked how he was able to incoporate the things he liked as main themes in his poetry.

Works Cited

Horton, Ronald A. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones UP, 1999. Print.

W.P.A. Pigeon Flight. Digital image. World Pigeon Association. WordPress. Web. 10 Jan. 2011. .

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Blake Video Response




Work Cited

Blake, William. "The Clod and the Pebble." Ed. Ronald A. Horton. British Literature. Greenville: Bob Jones University Press, 1999. Print.