12 January 2015: Acquire a new SAT review from the front table, and complete all of it as thoroughly as you can. Be careful and make sure all items are

12 January 2015:

Acquire a new SAT review from the front table, and complete all of it as thoroughly as you can. Be careful and make sure all items are addressed!

Today’s Agenda:

1. SAT Review: It’s BACK!

2. Your Sonnets!

3. Analysis of Shakespeare’s Sonnets and their Style

HMWK:

• Type your sonnets into a GoogleDoc and “Share” them with Mr. Ingham before tomorrow’s class!

• Review your notes on the history of England from Henry VII to James I in preparation for your test on Friday, 1/16/15!

• Continue collecting words, four a week, but now, you must collect THREE vocabulary words and ONE spelling word!

13 January 2015: Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,My love like the spectator ydly sitsBeholding me that all the pageants play,Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,I waile and make my woes a tragedy.Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cryShe laughs and hardens evermore her heart.What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,She is no woman, but a senceless stone.

Today’s Agenda:

1. More Sonnets!

2. Your Sonnets Revised!

3. Modern Sonnets to Read and Annotate for Tomorrow’s Class!

HMWK:

• Read and annotate sonnets for tomorrow’s class! Be thorough!



Who wrote the following sonnet? What is the sonnet about? What do you think of this theme?

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,My love like the spectator ydly sitsBeholding me that all the pageants play,Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,I waile and make my woes a tragedy.Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cryShe laughs and hardens evermore her heart.What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,She is no woman, but a senceless stone.

Who wrote the following sonnet? What is the sonnet about? What do you think of this theme?

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,My love like the spectator ydly sitsBeholding me that all the pageants play,Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.

Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,I waile and make my woes a tragedy.

Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cryShe laughs and hardens evermore her heart.

What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,She is no woman, but a senceless stone.

14 January 2015: Take out your homework and place it on your desk. Then, get straight to the SAT practice for today! You will only have five minutes to complete today’s exercise!

Today’s Agenda:

1. SAT Review

2. Modern Sonnets Written by the All-Time Greats!

3. Work on YOUR Sonnets

HMWK:



“I will put Chaos into fourteen lines” By Edna St. Vincent Millay I will put Chaos into fourteen linesAnd keep him there; and let him thence escapeIf he be lucky; let him twist, and apeFlood, fire, and demon—his adroit designsWill strain to nothing in the strict confinesOf this sweet Order, where, in pious rape,I hold his essence and amorphous shape,Till he with Order mingles and combines.Past are the hours, the years, of our duress,His arrogance, our awful servitude:I have him. He is nothing more nor lessThan something simple yet not understood;I shall not even force him to confess;Or answer. I will only make him good.

“The New Colossus” By Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fameWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries sheWith silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

“Ozymandias”By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;And on the pedestal these words appear:"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.

“Those Winter Sundays”By Robert Hayden

Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with cracked hands that achedfrom labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.When the rooms were warm, he'd call,and slowly I would rise and dress,fearing the chronic angers of that house,Speaking indifferently to him,who had driven out the coldand polished my good shoes as well.What did I know, what did I knowof love's austere and lonely offices?

“If We Must Die” By Claude McKay If we must die—let it not be like hogsHunted and penned in an inglorious spot,While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,Making their mock at our accursed lot.If we must die—oh, let us nobly die,So that our precious blood may not be shedIn vain; then even the monsters we defyShall be constrained to honor us though dead!Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe;Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave,And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!What though before us lies the open grave?Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

“Love Is Not All”By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkand rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deatheven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,pinned down by need and moaning for releaseor nagged by want past resolution's power,I might be driven to sell your love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would.

“The Sonnet-Ballad” By Gwendolyn Brooks Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover’s tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I can use an empty heart-cup for.He won’t be coming back here any more.Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knewWhen he went walking grandly out that doorThat my sweet love would have to be untrue.Would have to be untrue. Would have to courtCoquettish death, whose impudent and strangePossessive arms and beauty (of a sort)Can make a hard man hesitate—and change.And he will be the one to stammer, “Yes.”Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?

“The Sonnet-Ballad” By Gwendolyn Brooks Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?They took my lover’s tallness off to war,Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guessWhat I can use an empty heart-cup for.He won’t be coming back here any more.Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knewWhen he went walking grandly out that doorThat my sweet love would have to be untrue.Would have to be untrue. Would have to courtCoquettish death, whose impudent and strangePossessive arms and beauty (of a sort)Can make a hard man hesitate—and change.And he will be the one to stammer, “Yes.”Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?

15 January 2015: Take out your word collection! It is time to study for tomorrow’s test. WORD DAY style!!!

Today’s Agenda:

1. Studying for Tomorrow’s BIG TEST, WORD DAY Style!!!

HMWK:


• On your own, review the PowerPoint regarding the biography of William Shakespeare; it is in the “Romeo and Juliet Materials” folder on the website!

16 January 2015: You need paper, a pen and a pencil, and your mind. That is all you will have for this, the first test of the semester!

Today’s Agenda:

1. The FIRST Test of the Semester: History of England, Sonnets (Then and Now), and the Biography of William Shakespeare

HMWK:


Documents

12 January 2015: Acquire a new SAT review from the front table, and complete all of it as thoroughly as you can. Be careful and make sure all items are