Midterm Flashcards
“The goat-footed ballonMan whistles far and wee”
“in just”
E.E. Cummings
“Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, and ever bore in mind the golden maxim, ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child’”
The legend of sleepy hollow
Washington Irvin
‘“Lastly, let us turn our eyes to man in the aggregate. He is manifested as the figure of strength, but that we may not regard him as anything more than a figure, his soul is formed in no sort superiour, but every way equal to the mind of her, who is the emblem of weakness, and whom he hails the gentle companion of his better days.”
On the equality of the sexes 1790
Judith Sargent Murray
“We’ll leave our clubs, dew’d with their country show’rs, And, if they dare to bring them back to our’s, Their painted scalps shall be a step to fame, And grace our own and glorious country’s name.”
Cherokee war song
Translated by Henry Timberlake
“He was in her mind so much, she hardly knew when she was thinking about him directly. His image was simply always present in more or less degree, he was sometimes nearer the surface of her thoughts, the pleasantest, the only really pleasant thought she had.”
Pale Horse, Pale Rider
Katherine Anne Porter
‘Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:”
On being brought from Africa to America
Phillips Wheatley
“Now this is the point. You might fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me.”
Tell-Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe
‘““No, indeed, suh,” she replied, “Sam ain’ dat kin’ er man. He wuz good ter me, Sawuz, but he wuzn’ much good ter nobody e’se, fer he wuz one er de triflin’es’ han’s on de plantation. I ‘spec’s ter haf ter suppo’t ‘im w’en I fin’ ‘im, fer he nebber would work ‘less’n he had ter. But den he wuz free, an’ he didn’ git no pay fer his work, an’ I don’ blame ‘im much”
The wife of his youth
Charles Chesnutt
“Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc’d.
Tereu”
The waste land
T.S. Elliot
“The name Grizzly Bear was taken at dawn,” the Spirit Chief answered.
The spirit chief names the animal people
Mourning dove
“Who ax you fer ter come en strike up a ‘quintance wid dish yer Tar-Baby? En who stuck you up dar whar you iz? Nobody in de roun’ worril. You des tuck en jam yo’se’f on dat Tar-Baby wid-out waitin’ fer enny invite”
How Mr.Rabbit was too smart for Mr. Fox
Joel Chandler Harris
“What happens to a dream deferred?”
Harlem
Langston Hughes
“I’m nearly used to it,” said Adam, who was from Texas. “We’ve been told time and again how all the he-manly regular army men wear them. It’s the horrors of war,” he said; “are we downhearted? I’ll say we are.”
Pale horse, Pale Rider
Katherine Anne Porter
“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!”
Tell-Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe
They took away her children
The welfare office came and stole away her children
Because she had no right, they said,
To be a single parent, non-model American family
La Llorona, crying lady of the creek beds, 483 years old and aging
Carmen Tafolla
“How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily — how calmly I can tell you the whole story.”
Tell- Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
The waste land
T.S. Eliot
“The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.”
In a Station of the Metro
Ezra Pound
“And every morning I went to his room, and with a warm, friendly voice I asked him how he had slept. He could not guess that every night, just at twelve, I looked in at him as he slept.”
Tell - Tale Heart
Edgar Allan Poe
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
Like a syrupy sweet?
Harlem
Langston Hughes
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
O captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman
“Cherokee War Song”
Translated by Henry Timberlake
“The Spirit Chief Names the Animal People”
Mourning Dove
On the Equality of the Sexes 1790
Judith Sargent Murray