Augustan Poetry....
I am a little late with this post, my internet has been down, which I think I would love to happen more often! I had a huge essay due and I usually wonder off and search random words on the net and see what comes up...haha that aside here is my post!
Augustan Poetry they say...
I got home from class and looked around a bit on my internet (before crashing that fateful evening) and found some definitions and websites I thought useful and amusing.
"In the Augustan era, poets were even more conversant with each other than were novelists (see Augustan prose). Their works were written as direct counterpoint and direct expansion of one another, with each poet writing satire when in opposition." Courtesy of Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustan_poetry (theres the link if anyone was interested)
Lots of good stuff, I can say I learned quite a bit from it. Not knowing a lot about this type of poetry before class, it became useful. Now knowing Pope was the main contributor to the era, I went about the handy internet to look up some poetry of his.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL
by: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
http://www.poetry-archive.com/p/the_dying_christian_to_his_soul.html (the link to the poem)
I found this one very intriging...especially this piece...
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
I feel when people write of death and dying, as long as it is a good poem of course, I sense the pain and anguish that they feel and write about. I just find his words very strong and draws you into the piece, really thinking about the pain Pope is feeling.
The human feeling and emotion brought through by Pope's poems are amazing examples of the Augustan period...I went to class Monday not really knowing too much about it, and I sit here wantitng to know more and read more...I like that about University..leaves you wanting more outside the classroom.
As "Love_Leah" stated, the most crude of poems are the best ones out there!
For now I return to my essay...with the internet! The browsing begins....
- Jenna
Augustan Poetry they say...
I got home from class and looked around a bit on my internet (before crashing that fateful evening) and found some definitions and websites I thought useful and amusing.
"In the Augustan era, poets were even more conversant with each other than were novelists (see Augustan prose). Their works were written as direct counterpoint and direct expansion of one another, with each poet writing satire when in opposition." Courtesy of Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustan_poetry (theres the link if anyone was interested)
Lots of good stuff, I can say I learned quite a bit from it. Not knowing a lot about this type of poetry before class, it became useful. Now knowing Pope was the main contributor to the era, I went about the handy internet to look up some poetry of his.
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL
by: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
http://www.poetry-archive.com/p/the_dying_christian_to_his_soul.html (the link to the poem)
I found this one very intriging...especially this piece...
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
I feel when people write of death and dying, as long as it is a good poem of course, I sense the pain and anguish that they feel and write about. I just find his words very strong and draws you into the piece, really thinking about the pain Pope is feeling.
The human feeling and emotion brought through by Pope's poems are amazing examples of the Augustan period...I went to class Monday not really knowing too much about it, and I sit here wantitng to know more and read more...I like that about University..leaves you wanting more outside the classroom.
As "Love_Leah" stated, the most crude of poems are the best ones out there!
For now I return to my essay...with the internet! The browsing begins....
- Jenna