Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Tuesday, October 31 "My Last Duchess" day 2




Coming Up: vocabulary quiz 6 tomorrow; another copy below. Final Hamlet project due Friday. All late material is worth only 50 points. This is a writing grade (50%) category. Note that this will be your last grade for this quarter.

In class: collecting any portrait analyses from yesterday. If you were absent, you will need to go to the blog to complete this assignment; listening / annotating Robert Browning's "My Last Duchess"  Copy of poem below.


Take out your notebooks and copy in the following. Make sure you understand the meaning of the words and can comfortably put them into your own words.

Per the district, all ELA classes need to complete the following brief survey. 
Period 3...take a chromebook; open the class blog: english3-17-18.blogspot.com and go to ELA survey; select 

Put your chromebooks away when you have completed the survey.
Periods 6 and 9; head to the library and log onto a computer.  open the class blog: english3-17-18.blogspot.com and go to ELA survey; select 

Once you have finished, please log off and wait in the main library; we will all return to class together.

Dramatic monologue

A dramatic monologue in poetry, also known as a persona poem, shares many characteristics with a theatrical monologue: an audience is implied; there is no dialogue; and the poet speaks through an assumed voice—a character, a fictional identity, or a persona. Because a dramatic monologue is by definition one person’s speech, it is offered without overt analysis or commentary, placing emphasis on subjective qualities that are left to the audience to interpret.

My Last Duchess


My Last Duchess
 Ferrara
 Robert Browning (1812–1889)

 THAT’S my last Duchess painted on the wall,     
Looking as if she were alive. I call             
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.        
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said                    5
“Frà Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,   
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,      
But to myself they turned (since none puts by  
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)         10
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,            
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not         
Her husband’s presence only, called that spot   
Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps                       15
Frà Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps     
Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint            
Must never hope to reproduce the faint              
Half-flush that dies along her throat:” such stuff               
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough          20
For calling up that spot of joy. She had  
A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad.              
Too easily impressed: she liked whate’er             

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.             
Sir, ’twas all one! My favor at her breast,                      25
The dropping of the daylight in the West,            
The bough of cherries some officious fool           
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule     
She rode with round the terrace—all and each 
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,     30         
Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked           
Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked  
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name         
With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame        
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill             35
In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will           
Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this    
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,          
Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let          
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set           40
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, 
—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose        
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt,    
Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without             
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;   45                      
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands        
As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet      
The company below, then. I repeat,      
The Count your master’s known munificence               
Is ample warrant that no just pretence          50
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;    
Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed        
At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go   
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,   
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,              55

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!                



Hamlet vocabulary 6   quiz on Wednesday, November 1
1.   To abhor (verb)- to find repugnant, very distasteful
2.   gibe (noun)- an aggressive remark
3.   imperious (adjective)- having or showing superiority
4.   to profane (verb)- to violate a sacred place, person or language
5.   requiem (noun)- song or hymn as a memorial for a dead person
6.   churlish (adjective)- having a bad disposition
7.   amity (noun)- friendship  (note the opposite is enmity!)
8.   perdition (noun)- the place or state that one suffers eternal punishment
9.   umbrage (noun)- a feeling of anger caused by feeling offended


10.                     infallible (adjective)- incapable of failure 

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