Memorised Poems Flashcards
I wander through…
each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of….
every man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
How the chimney-sweepers…
Every blackning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most through midnight…
streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born Infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
Structure London
- 4 Quatrains
- abab rhyme scheme (restricted)
- repetition emphasises the horrors of London and creates a suffocating atmosphere
- Enjambment & Cesura
Form London
- Closed Form (mind is blocked off/restricted)
- Lyrical
- 1st person
- Iambic Tetrameter
Context London
- Romantic poet
- set during the industrial revolution
Language devices in London
- Juxtaposition of Death and love “ plagues the marriage Hearse”
- Anaphora “marks of weakness, marks of woe”
- Irony “chartered Thames does flow” the river should flow freely to the ocean
- metaphorical “mid-forged manacles”
I met a traveller…
from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand 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 read
Which 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 decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Half a league…
half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”…
Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them…
Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare…
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
…
Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell...
While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?…
O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred.
