The three poems summarize different themes:
1. "Happy the Man" by John Dryden celebrates living in the present moment and enjoying life's pleasures as they come, without worrying about the future or dwelling on the past.
2. "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington" by Alfred Tennyson mourns the passing of the Duke and leader, comparing him to a great warrior and saying the nation weeps at his loss.
3. "Ode to the Medieval Poets" by W.H. Auden praises the works of medieval poets like Chaucer and wonders how they managed to write so cheerfully despite hardships, while modern poets seem gloomy by comparison
The three poems summarize different themes:
1. "Happy the Man" by John Dryden celebrates living in the present moment and enjoying life's pleasures as they come, without worrying about the future or dwelling on the past.
2. "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington" by Alfred Tennyson mourns the passing of the Duke and leader, comparing him to a great warrior and saying the nation weeps at his loss.
3. "Ode to the Medieval Poets" by W.H. Auden praises the works of medieval poets like Chaucer and wonders how they managed to write so cheerfully despite hardships, while modern poets seem gloomy by comparison
The three poems summarize different themes:
1. "Happy the Man" by John Dryden celebrates living in the present moment and enjoying life's pleasures as they come, without worrying about the future or dwelling on the past.
2. "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington" by Alfred Tennyson mourns the passing of the Duke and leader, comparing him to a great warrior and saying the nation weeps at his loss.
3. "Ode to the Medieval Poets" by W.H. Auden praises the works of medieval poets like Chaucer and wonders how they managed to write so cheerfully despite hardships, while modern poets seem gloomy by comparison
Happy the Man by John Dryden (1685) Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington by Ode to the Medieval
on by Ode to the Medieval Poets by W.H. Auden (1971)
Alfred Tennyson (1852) Happy the man, and happy he alone, Chaucer, Langland, Douglas, Dunbar, with all your He who can call today his own: BURY the Great Duke brother Anons, how on earth did you ever manage, He who, secure within, can say, With an empire’s lamentation, (jalea unui without anaesthetics or plumbing, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. imperiu) in daily peril from witches, warlocks, Be fair or foul or rain or shine Let us bury the Great Duke The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, lepers, The Holy Office, foreign mercenaries Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, (in zgomotul doliului unei natiuni marete) burning as they came, to write so cheerfully, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Mourning when their leaders fall, (plangand la with no grimaces of self-pathos? caderea liderilor) Long-winded you could be but not vulgar, Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats (1819) (Oda unei Warriors carry the warrior’s pall, (giuliul privighetori) razboinicului) bawdy but not grubby, your raucous flytings And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall. sheer high-spirited fun, whereas our makers, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, […] (si intristeaza si pe cei mai saraci si pe cei mai beset by every creature comfort, Nor what soft incense (parfum) hangs upon the boughs bogati) immune, they believe, to all superstitions, (atarna peste crengi), Who is he that cometh, like an honor’d guest, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet (pot ghici With banner and with music, with soldier and even at their best are so often morose or fiecare dulceata) with priest, kinky, petrified by their gorgon egos. Wherewith the seasonable month endows (inzestreaza) With a nation weeping, and breaking on my rest? We all ask, but I doubt if anyone The grass, the thicket (desisul), and the fruit-tree wild; Mighty Seaman, this is he can really say why all age-groups should find our White hawthorn (paducelul alb), and the pastoral eglantine Was great by land as thou by sea. (macesul pastoral); […] Age quite so repulsive. Without its heartless Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; So great a soldier taught us there, engines, though, you could not tenant my book-shelves, And mid-May's eldest child, What long-enduring hearts could do on hand to delect my ear and chuckle The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine (trandafirul In that world-earthquake, Waterloo! my sad flesh: I would gladly just now be moscat care tocmai ce infloreste, vin inrourat), Mighty Seaman, tender and true, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. (bantuiala And pure as he from taint of craven guile, turning out verses to applaud a thundery murmuratoare ale mustelor din vara) O saviour of the silver-coasted isle, jovial June when the judas-tree is in blossom, O shaker of the Baltic and the Nile. but am forbidden by the knowledge Darkling I listen; and, for many a time (intunecandu-ma that you would have wrought them so much better. ascult) I have been half in love with easeful Death, (am fost pe jumatate indragostit de moartea lenesa/tihnita) Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! (revarsati sufletul in strainatate) Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. (pentru inaltul tau recviem devii un gazon)
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