ENG 207 Final, Spring 1999

FINAL EXAM ENGLISH 207: INTRODUCTION TO ENGLISH LITERTURE H SPRING 1999 DR. SYRINE C. HOUT PART I: 30% Choose one of the following two poems — “The Sorrow of Love” (1891) by William Butler Yeats and “My Sad Captains” (1961) by Thom Gunn - and analyze your selection in terms of technique and ideas while offering your interpretation. PART II: 30% Analyze the following excerpt from “The Horse-Dealer’s Daughter” (1922) by D.H. Lawrence. Pay special attention to imagery, mood, diction, sentence structure, etc., and how these relate to the story/text as a whole. “The cold water rose over his thighs, over his loins, upon his abdomen. The lower part of his body was all sunk in the hidcous cold clement. And the bottom was so deeply soft and uncertain, he was afraid of pitching with his mouth underneath. He could not swim, and was afraid. He crouched a little, spreading his hands under the water and moving them round, trying to feel for her. The dead cold pond swayed upon his chest. He moved again, a little deeper, and again, with his hands underneath, he felt all around the water. And he touched her clothing. But it evaded his fingers. He made a desperate effort to grasp it.” PART III: 40% Write a short but informed essay in response to one of the following three comparative essay questions: 1. In what ways may the protagonist — the nameless British colonial police officer — in George Orwell’s “Shooting an Elephant” (1936) be considered an ideologically advanced version of Marlow in Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (1902)? 2. Compare and contrast the social gatherings in Katherine Mansfield’s “The Garden Party” (1921) and James Joyce’s The Dead (1914). Consider the following: menu, entertainment, setting, host-guest relationship, conversation, etc. 3. How are the men in Gunn’s poem “Black Jackets” (1954) similar in lifestyle and attitude to Ben and Gus in Harold Pinter’s play The Dumb Waiter (1960)? STCe OS TSITERTTTTC CTS 45 m the hob o his breast,* wn tice bob. und the oatmeal-chest. the heman child, and the wild hand in hand, more full of weeping than he can understand. 1886, 1889 50 own by the Salley Gardens! salley gardens my love and I did meet; e salley gardens with little snow-white feet ke love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree: vung and foolish, with her would not agree. ye river my love and I did stand, aning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand ke life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; ; ag and foolish, and now am full of tears. , 1889 The Rose of the World! eamed that beauty passes like a d | , ream? ¢ red lips, with all their mournful pride. ul that no new wonder may betide, , ssed away in one high funeral 1a’s children died? eral gleam, 5 the labouring world are passing by: en’s souls, that waver and give place pale waters in their wintry race, ve passing stars, foam of the sky, this lonely face. ’ io vn, archangels, in your dim abode: ou were, or any hearts to beat, nd kind one lingered by His seat; Ret vate Be ning, with Yeats : that | have imagined it as suffering with man and not rent gaa ing pursued and seen from afar” [Yeats, in " y . ‘tsa a, Sligo. who, 2: In Old lsh legend the Ute warn Naoise ‘ant of of Usna or Usnach (pronounced Uskna,) caried of the coup, “nie u beautiful Deirdre, whom King Conchubar of Ulster had zu, “Tatice poo inended to mary and with his two rater took Slag ea yon fo Scot ot and. Eventually Cochubar lured the four of them > and of Spenser in reland and killed the three brothers. Before her wandering feet. . 1892 1890 The Lake Isle of Innisfree! [ will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles’ made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, 5 Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. { will arise and go now, for always night and day | hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; 10 While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. 1890, 1892 The Sorrow of Love! The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, ‘The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man’s image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips 5 And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships And proud as Priam murdered with his peers;” Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, 10 ‘And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man’s image and his cry. 1891 1892, 1925 y father had see “Poems in Process” (pp. 2461-63). | Walden, 2. Odysseus (whom the Romans called Ulysses), hero alittle of Homer's Odyssey, which describes how. after having fought in the siege of Troy, he wandered for ten years before reaching his home, the Greek island of Ithaca Priam was king of Troy at the time ‘of the siege and was killed when the Greeks captured the city. 1. Island in Lough Gill, County Sligo. “M: read to me some passage out of {Thoreau’s| and I planned to live some day in a cottage 0 jsland called Innisfree.” For the origin of this poem, see p. 1904. 2. Stakes interwoven with twigs or branches. 1. Forthe author's revisions while composing! this poem, THom Gunn Black Jackets ? silence that Prolongs the span f music when the tecord ends, ed-haired boy who drovea van . Jay overalls but, like his friends, cycle boots and jacket here he Sunday hangout he was in, . as he'stretched back from his beer, cteak softly round his neck and chin. him, on acoal-black sleeve ‘xertion had lined, scratched, and burned a that could not revive ic fall or climb where they were earned, other drinkers bent together, wg selves for their impervious kit, it as no more than leather ut across the shoulders grown to it, ough the dimness of a bar and anonymous hints of light that shipping give, that are ts in the Bay, now lost in night. hed out like a cat, and rolled h taste of beer upon his tongue, ned to a joke being told: ‘was the things he stayed among. nly loss he wore, 9 assert, with fierce devotion, ty and nothing more. ed his initiation, ‘specially of the rites, toulders they had put tattoos: 5 name on the left, The Knights, ight the slogan Born To Lose. onsidering the Snail il pushes through a green w the grass is heavy er and meets over it path he makes, where rain FROM THE Wave has darkened the earth’s dark. He moves in a wood of desire, pale antlers barely stirring as he hunts. J cannot tell what power is at work, drenched there with purpose, knowing nothing. What is a snail's fury? All U think is that if later | parted the blades above the tunnel and saw the thin trail of broken white actoss litter, | would never have imagined the slow Passion to that deliberate Progress, My Sad Captains One by one they appear in the darkness: 3 few friends, and a few with historical the past lapping them like a cloak of chaos. They were men who, I thought, lived renew the wasteful fo; Spent with each hot ¢ They remind me, dis only ty Tce they onvulsion, tant now. True, they are not at Test yet, but now that they are indeed apart, winnowed from failures, they withdraw to an orbit and turn with disinterested hard energy, like the stars. From the Wave It mounts at S€a, @ concave wall Down-tibbed with shine, And pushes forward, building tall Its steep incline.