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English Gothic Novel1. Horace Walpole “The Castle of Otranto 2. Ann Radcliffe “The Romance of the Forest”
Compare the characteristic features of the Gothic novel in these two novels
SEMINAR #8 English Romanticists WILLIAM BLAKE "THE LAMB" (from “Songs of Innocence”) LittleLamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, I 'll tell thee. Does thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, 1 'll tell thee: Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, He is called by thy name, By the stream and o 'er the mead? For He called Himself a Lamb. Gave thee clothing of delight. He is meek, and He is mild; Softest clothing, wooly, bright? He became a little child. Gave thee such a tender voice, I a child, and thou a lamb, Making all the vales rejoice ? We are called by His name. Little Lamb, who made thee? Little Lamb, God bless thee! Does thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, God bless thee!
1. What is there about childhood that makes it so important? What aspects of childhood are referred to in Jesus’ saying that only those who become as little children shall enter the kingdom of heaven? 2. What contributes to the child-like quality of the poem? 3. Why are the references to the lamb's coat as "clothing" ironic? In fact, why is the lamb being allowed to live and being cared for? 4. Both lamb and child are explicitly likened, in the second stanza, to Jesus. What may we infer about the future of the child? What will happen to his innocence? 5. Some critics think that in the first stanza the child is speaking to the lamb. In the second stanza the mature poet is speaking to the child. Does such explanation seem plausible? 6. Describe the music of the poem. Is it harsh or gentle, rhythmical or proselike, sophisticated or childlike? WILLIAM BLAKE "THE TIGER" (from “Songs of Experience) Tiger ! Tiger! Burning bright What the hammer? What the chain? In the forest of the night, In what furnace was thy brain? What immortal hand or eye What the anvil? What dread grasp Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
In what distant deeps or skies When the stars threw down their spears Burnt the fire of thine eyes? And watered heaven with their tears, On what wings dare he aspire? Did he smile his work to see? What the hand dare seize the fire? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
And what shoulder, and what art. Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright Could twist the sinews of the heart? In the forest of the night And when thy heart began to beat, What immortal hand or eye, What dread hand, and what dread feet? Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
(from Songs of Innocence) Date: 2015-12-17; view: 1196
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