诗歌赏析-4.pptx

Poetry in English: Reading Creative Writing (4);Unit Four: Monologue;About dramatic monologue;The Solitary Reaper;Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary highland lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the grain,And sings a melancholy strain;O listen! for the vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound.;No nightingale did ever chantMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so thrilling never was heardIn spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the farthest Hebrides. ;Outer Hebrides;;Will no one tell me what she sings?Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old, unhappy, far-off things,And battles long ago;Or is it some more humble lay,Familiar matter of today?Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,That has been, and may be again?;Whatever the theme, the Maiden sangAs if her song could have no ending;I saw her singing at work,And over the sickle bending——I listened, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more. ;After Apple-picking;MY long two-pointed ladders sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And theres a barrel that I didnt fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didnt pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. ;Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight I got from looking through a pane of glass I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. ;But I was well Upon my way to sleep before it fell, And I could tell What form my dreaming was about to take. Magnified apples appear and disappear, Stem end and blossom end, And every fleck of russet showing cl