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[Monorail Fan:)]

Why can't English teachers find more interesting works to assign their students?

"The Road Not Taken" is too overdone.

I would rather do Emily Dickinson, but that is a bit overdone as well.

 

[scarscar93]

Man, the egregious egoist,
(In mystery the twig is bent,)
Imagines, by some mental twist,
That he alone is sentient

Of the intolerable load
Which on all living creatures lies,
Nor stoops to pity in the toad
The speechless sorrow of its eyes.

He asks no questions of the snake,
Nor plumbs the phosphorescent gloom
Where lidless fishes, broad awake,
Swim staring at a night-mare doom

I'll probably memorize this for Poetry Out Loud. I love Elinor Wylie. This poem isn't my favorite of hers but we need on under 25 lines.

 

[Monorail Fan:)]

The fake drew, let's escape it.

Drewception

 

[scarscar93]

I would rather do Emily Dickinson, but that is a bit overdone as well.

It depends on which one. "Hope is a Thing with Feathers", yes. UGH.

"Because I Could Not Stop For Death" is a good one.

I hate it when so many good pieces are overlooked.

 

[Monorail Fan:)]

I would rather do Emily Dickinson, but that is a bit overdone as well.

or Langston Hughes

 

[scarscar93]

or Langston Hughes

Which piece?

I remember studying "Theme for English B" sophomore year.

 

[marypops!]

Finally got it to work. 5 more minutes!

 

[scarscar93]

Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving—
Come back and dwell with me.

I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still—
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.

When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I’ve seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.

I’ve watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway,
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet none would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.

Then let my winds caress thee;
Thy comrade let me be—
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me.

and gotta throw in a Bronte sister for good measure.

 

[MickeyisBeast]

The existence!

hia allie.

oh, i thought you meant that you knew of millions of people who had the same birthday. my baaaaad.

lol, nope

 

[MickeyisBeast]

chief likes to bite jeter omg chief bites me like all the time. he's teething i guess, but it's craycray hhahaa.

 

[TheDreamsComeTrue]

hia allie.



lol, nope

Hai! How's the mammal doing?

 

[scarscar93]

Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."


"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"


Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"


"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."


The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!


And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

lol. I love this poem but I could never memorize all of it.

 

[mickey'sbff]

The Jessie costumed character in WDW is kind of disturbing.

 

[TylerFG]

God, I hate Youtube.

 

[scarscar93]

“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail,
“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my
tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the
dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the
dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the
dance?

“You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out
to sea!"
But the snail replied, “Too far, too far!” and gave a look
askance—

Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join
the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join
the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join
the dance.

“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.
“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the
dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the
dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the
dance?”

didn't know "The Lobster Quadrille" was a spoof of "The Spider and the Fly".

 

[Monorail Fan:)]

Which piece?

I remember studying "Theme for English B" sophomore year.

We overkilled Dream Deffered in Poetry Interpretation last school year. I'm lookng at some of his longer pieces now.

 

[TheDreamsComeTrue]

mammals don't like invasions!

 

[MickeyisBeast]

Hai! How's the mammal doing?

the mammal is good, he likes to bite though but he's so darn cute

 

[MickeyisBeast]

mammals don't like invasions!

*mammals don't like n00n invasions!

 

[TheDreamsComeTrue]

the mammal is good, he likes to bite though but he's so darn cute

Awww I love teething mammals m3

*mammals don't like n00n invasions!

How could I leave the most important part out?!