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Asynchronous Activity 20
20 Lesson 7 : Tradition of Poetry in Northern
Europe

Formalistic and Comparative Literary Criticism

of Northern European Tradition of Poetry
Name: Millar, Kailah Ann Marie M. Section: BS Psychology 2-A Date: July 4, 2021

Note: This activity serves as an answer sheet.

Directions 1. Choose Two Tradition of Poetry in Northern European below.

2. You can make research of any one or two Poem/s if necessary. *Optional
3. *Copy paste your other research 1 or 2 poem/s inside the last box- Optional.
4. Make a Formalistic and Comparative Literary Criticism using the guide
below.
5. Use Graphics Aid in your Activity. (10 points)
6. Note: do not Google search your answers except in biographical parts/ depend
much in computer; you should answer by relying to your own knowledge,
perception, observation, talents and skills in Literary Studies
Competency Students appreciate the Literary Criticism of Tradition of Poetry in North Europe.

Choose one poem only.

No.
Formalistic and Comparative Literary Criticism
1.

Poem 1: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Poem 2: The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
Structure: Structure:
- Quatrain - Quatrain
- aabb - aabb
- six (6) stanza - six (6) stanza

Meaning (thru Symbolism): Meaning (thru Symbolism):

- It symbolizes love that a man could
give to the woman he loves. It
symbolizes love by showing great
efforts by giving materials that he
thought a woman would appreciate.
- This second poem also symbolizes love
in a way of much appreciating feelings
and affection rather than material
things.

Imagery: *Visual Imagery: *Visual

- Valleys - Flocks
- Groves - Field
- Hills - River
- Fields - Rocks
- Woods - Philomel
- Mountain - Flowers
- Rocks - Tongue
- Flocks - Gowns
- River - Shoes
- Birds - Roses
- Shepherd - Cap
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- Roses - Kirtle
- Posies - Posies
- Kirtle - Belt of straw
- Leaves - Ivy buds
- Myrtle - Coral clasps
- Gown - Amber studs,
- Wool
- Slippers
- Belt of straw
- ivy buds
- Coral clasps
- Amber studs

Figurative Language: Figurative Language:

- This poem used figurative language - This poem used figurative langiage
alliteration and metaphor. alliteration, personificatiom, and
metaphor.

Effect to the Reader/s: Effect to the Reader/s:

- The effect of this poem to me as a
reader is that, it made me realized that
when love truly hits the person, there’s
nothing and no one could ever stop him
from loving the specific person that he
wants to devote his love with. Truly,
love will make everything even if it is
giving all you have just to prove that
your love is full of sincerity.
- The effect of this poem to me is that, it
made me realized that woman have
different perception in terms of love.
As the Nymph replies to the shepherd,
it made me realize that not all woman
will base the love to the material things
that a man could give to them. Some
believes that material things is not that
important to prove love. Sometimes,
just true feelings, sincerity, assurance
and fidelity will do.

Distinct Comparisons: *Commonness/ Something in Common

- Both poem have the structure of quatrain and aabb rhyme scheme in 6 stanzas that composed the
whole poem. The two poems are also similar to the used of figurative language which are
alliteration and metaphor and also some visual imagery that mentioned in the poem. Though both
poem has a symbolism of love, it also shows different views of it which is, the first poem focuses on
giving love, considering material things that he could give to the person he loves. While the second
poem focuses on appreciating the love that she could ever receive without considering the material
things because the Nymph believes that true love doesn’t measure materials things that man could
give to her, but all the purest love from him.

Graphic Aid: *Given is a provided Venn Diagram, you can use other Graphic Aids
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2. Poems to select
Choose Any 2 Poems to Compare

Invictus
(William Ernest Hensley)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul

3.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
(Christopher Marlowe)

Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the Rocks,

Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,

With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
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The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd

By Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,

When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,

To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,

Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,

The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,

Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

4.

My Last Duchess
By Robert Browning

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,

Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.

Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said

“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,

But to myself they turned (since none puts by

The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
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And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,

How such a glance came there; so, not the first

Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not

Her husband’s presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps

Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint

Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat.” Such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough

For calling up that spot of joy. She had

A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast,

The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule

She rode with round the terrace—all and each

Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but thanked
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked

My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name

With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech—which I have not—to make your will

Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this

Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set

Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse—

E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without
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Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;

Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,

The Count your master’s known munificence

Is ample warrant that no just pretense
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed

At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go

Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

Lord Randall
Anonymous

"Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall my son?

O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man?"
     "I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I’m weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randall my son?

Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?"
     "I dined wi' my true love; mother, make my bed
soon,      For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randall my son?

What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?"
     "I gat eels boiled in broo: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Randall my son?

What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man?"
     "O they swelled and they died: mother, make my bed soon,
     for I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down."

"O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randall my son!

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O I fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!"

     "O yes, I am poisoned: mother, make my bed soon,
     For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down."

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