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Unformatted text preview: “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke (1948) The whisky on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt “ Those Winter Sundays ” by Robert Hayden (1962) Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blue black cold, What did I know, what did I know Of love’s austere and lonely offices “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert F rost (1923) Whose woods these are I think I know. And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. “ The Snow Man ” by Wallace Stevens (1923) One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is “Sonet 18 ” by Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. “ When I Consider How My Light is Spent ” by John M ilton...
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This note was uploaded on 05/14/2008 for the course ENGL 105 taught by Professor Gort during the Spring '08 term at Maryland.
- Spring '08