诗歌赏析-8.pptx

Poetry in English: Reading Creative Writing (8);Literary Devices in Poetry;Unit Eight:  Rhetorical question; Who Has Seen the Wind?;Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. ? Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by. ;A Dirge;Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying. ;Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar;BRUTUS. Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! Hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar’s, to him I say, that Brutus’ love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: —Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honor him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honor for his valor; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. ;ANTONY. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones; So