IB English_Poetry Unit_Booklet

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IB English Poetry Unit (Part II of syllabus) William Wordsworth— 1. The World is Too Much With Us 2. Lines…Westminster Abbey 3. Intimations of Immortality 4. Strange Fits 5. She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways 6. Three Years She Grew 7. A Slumber Did My Spirit 8. I traveled among unknown men 9. My heart leaps up John Keats— 1. Ode on a Grecian Urn 2. Chapman’s Homer 3. When I have Fears 4. La Belle Dame Sans Merci 5. Eve of St. Agnes 6. Ode to Psyche Robert Browning— 1. My Last Duchess 2. Porphyria’s Lover 3. A Woman’s Last Word 4. Fra Lippo Lippi William Butler Yeats— 1. The Second Coming 2. The Magi 3. When you Are Old 4. Leda and the Swan T. S. Eliot— 1. The Love Song 2. Whispers of Immortality Ted Hughes— 1. Examination at the womb door 2. Lovesong 3. A Woman Unconscious 4. Theology Robert Frost— 1. Into My Own 2. The Trial by Existence 3. Out, Out 4. Road Not Taken 5. I Will Sing you One-O 6. Putting in the Seed 7. The Tuft of Flowers
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William Wordsworth (Great Britain; 1770-1850; Romanticism) THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10 So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. 1806. LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798 FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur .--Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view 10 These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, 20 Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone. These beauteous forms,
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