To His Coy Mistress
Had we but world enough, an time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Tho by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubie find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten yeras before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thiry 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.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winded chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vart eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-perserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once out time devour
Than lanquish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
"To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
For these two poems I need to answer the following questions:
1. What is the subject of the poem?
2. Who is the speaker/s in the poem?
3. What is the situation in the poem?
4. Describe the diction. What is its effect? Explain
5. What is the tone of the poem? Explain your response.
6. Is there any figurative langauge int eh poem? Identidy it. What is its effect on the poem?
7. Explain any imagery int eh poem. What is the source of the imagery?
8. What is teh theme/meaning of the poem? Explain your response.
I do hope I can get some helpful souls out there to give me a hand... I been overstressing over this HuGe essay for my class that I dont' have the time to do these poems which are due tomorrow ><.... Since my brain is fried to constructing this 10 page essay ><
Any help is greatly appreciated.
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