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Stephen Spender King Solomon Andrew Marvell

Stephen spender

“Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.” – Stephen Spender Sir Stephen Harold Spender was born in London, England on February 28, 1909. He was an English poet that specialized in political, autobiographical, and criticism poems that were well known not only across Europe, but also in North America. Spender was attended school at University College School, London and University College, Oxford. During World War II, Spender began writing poems about how bad Germany was at this time. Being half Jewish, Spender used his poems to express his feelings and show others his view in what was happening. After World War II, Spender came to the United States several times mainly to teach others in college. One of the important quotes that he would tell the students he taught was, “When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.” Thus meaning that when one reads and understands a poem, then one can understand a difficult subject a little better. Spender earned the title of “Sir” after he was knighted in 1983. His final great success before his death July 16, 1995, was when he proved that novelist David Leavitt, copied some of the information form Spender’s autobiography While England Sleeps. The story made headlines and was known as a great win for Spender in 1994 to 1995. **Three of His Most Famous Poems** **On the Pilots Who Destroyed Germany in the Spring of 1945** I stood on a rooftop and they wove their cage their murmuring throbbing cage, in the air of blue crystal. I saw them gleam above the town like diamond bolts conjoining invisible struts of wire, carrying through the sky their geometric cage woven by senses delicate as a shoal of flashing fish. They went. They left a silence in our streets below which boys gone to schoolroom leave in their playground. A silence of asphalt, of privet hedge, of staring wall. In the glass emptied sky their diamonds had scratched long curving finest whitest lines. These the day soon melted into satin ribbons falling over heaven's terraces near the golden sun. Oh that April morning they carried my will exalted expanding singing in their aeriel cage. They carried my will. They dropped it on a German town. My will expanded and tall buildings fell down. Then, when die ribbons faded and the sky forgot, And April was concerned with building nests and being hot I began to remember the lost names and faces. Now I tie the ribbons torn down from those terraces around the most hidden image in my lines, And my life, which never paid the price of their wounds,  Turns thoughts over and over like a propellor Assumes their guilt, honours, repents, prays for them. **The Shapes of Death** Shapes of death haunt life, Neurosis eclipsing each in special shadow: Unrequited love not solving One’s need to become another’s body Wears black invisibility: The greed for property Heaps a skyscraper over the breathing ribs: The speed lines of dictators Cut their own stalks: From afar, we watch the best of us – Whose adored desire was to die for the world. ambition is my death. That flat thin flame I feed, that plants my shadow. This prevents love And offers love of being loved or loving. The humorous self-forgetful drunkenness It hates, demands the slavish pyramids Be built. Who can prevent His death’s industry, which when he sleeps Throws up its towers? And conceals in slackness The dreams of revolution, the birth of death? also the swallows by autumnal instinct Comfort us with their effortless exhaustion In great unguided flight to their complete South. There on my fancied pyramids they lodge But for delight, their whole compulsion. Not teaching me to love, but soothing my eyes; Not saving me from death, but saving me for speech. **The Pylons** The secret of these hills was stone, and cottages of that stone made, and crumbling roads that turned on sudden hidden villages now over these small hills, they have built the concrete that trails black wire pylons, those pillars bare like nude giant girls that have no secret. The valley with its gilt and evening look and the green chestnut of customary root, are mocked dry like the parched bed of a brook. But far above and far as sight endures like whips of anger with lightning’s danger there runs the quick perspective of the future. This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek so tall with prophecy dreaming of cities where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck. **Three Literary Techniques Used in Each Poem** **Poem 1** **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage - A silence of asphalt, of privet hedge, of staring wall. **Simile****:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage - I saw them gleam above the town like diamond bolts conjoining invisible struts of wire, carrying through the sky their geometric cage woven by senses delicate as a shoal of flashing fish. **Metaphor****:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage - In the glass-emptied sky their diamonds had scratched long curving finest whitest lines. **Poem 2** **Hyperbole****:**An extravagant exaggeration. Usage - From afar, we watch the best of us – Whose adored desire was to die for the world. **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage - Heaps a skyscraper over the breathing ribs. **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage - Unrequited love not solving One’s need to become another’s body Wears black invisibility. **Poem 3** **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage - The secret of these hills was stone. **Simile:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage - those pillars bare like nude giant girls that have no secret. **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage - This dwarfs our emerald country by its trek so tall with prophecy dreaming of cities where often clouds shall lean their swan-white neck. **Songs the Poems Relate to Based on Literary Techniques** **Poem 1** **(Life is a Highway By: Rascal Flatts)** Woo! Mmmm... yeah!

Life's like a road that you travel on When there's one day here and the next day gone Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand Sometimes you turn your back to the wind There's a world outside ev'ry darkened door Where blues won't haunt you anymore Where the brave are free and lovers soar Come ride with me to the distant shore

We won't hesitate To break down the garden gate There's not much time left today

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're going my way I wanna drive it all night long

Through all these cities and all these towns It's in my blood and it's all around I love you now like I loved you then This is the road and these are the hymns From Mozambique to those Memphis nights The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights

Knock me down get back up again You're in my blood I'm not a lonely man There's no load I can't hold Roads are rough, this I know

I'll be there when the light comes in Just tell 'em we're survivors

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're going my way I wanna drive it all night long

Gimme gimme gimme gimme yeah

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're going my way I wanna drive it all night long

There was a distance between you and I A misunderstanding once But now we look it in the eye

There ain't no load that I can't hold Roads are rough, this I know I'll be there when the light comes in Tell 'em we're survivors

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're going my way I wanna drive it all night long **Usage –** Metaphor: “Life is a highway.” Simile: “Life’s like a road you travel on.” Personification: “Where blues won’t haunt you any more.” **Poem 2:** **(Long Live By: Taylor Swift)** I said remember this moment In the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens And they read off our names The night you danced like you knew our lives would never be the same You held your head like a hero on a history book page It was the end of a decade But the start of an age Long live the walls we crashed through How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming long live all the magic we made And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered

I said remember this feeling I pass the pictures around Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines Wishing for right now We are the kings and the queens You traded your baseball cap for a crown When they gave us our trophies And we held them up for our town And the cynics were outraged Screaming this is absurd Cause for a moment a band of thieves In ripped up jeans got to rule the world

Long live the walls we crashed through How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming long live all the magic we made And bring on all the pretenders I'm not afraid Long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you I was screaming long live that look on your face And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered

Hold on to spinning around Confetti falls to the ground May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment, promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if God forbid fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children someday When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life with you

Long long live the walls we crashed through How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you And I was screaming long live All the magic we made And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid Singing long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you And long long live the look on your face And bring on all the pretenders One day we will be remembered

**Usage –** Hyperbole: “Long live all the mountains we moved.” Metaphor: “We were the Kings and the Queens.” Personification: “May these memories break our fall.” **Poem 3:** **(Joy and Pleasure By: William Henry Davis)** Now, joy is born of parents poor,  And pleasure of our richer kind;  Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day  And dances by false glare at night;  But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light. Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks  Away on blossoms its sweet hour;  But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp, That plums and cherries would devour. Joy's like a Lark that lives alone,  Whose ties are very strong, though few;  But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams, Makes much acquaintance, no friends true. Joy from her heart doth sing at home,  With little care if others hear;  But pleasure then is cold and dumb, And sings and laughs with strangers near. **Usage –** Personification: “Joy from her heart doth sing at home.” Simile: “Joy’s like a Lark that lives alone.” Metaphor: “But Joy’s a Butterfly, that loves to spread its wings in Nature’s light.” King solomon

King Solomon son of King David and Bathsheba was born in 848 BCE in Israel. His true Hebrew name is chacham mi’kol ha’adam, which translates to “wisest of all the men.” Solomon became ruler of Israel at the age of twelve when David died. The first sign of his great wisdom was when two women came to court with a baby each claiming that it was theirs. When King Solomon said to split the baby in half, one woman agreed to do it but the other woman said she would rather give the baby to the other women than to see it die. Solomon knew that this woman was the baby’s real mother. He composed three thousand proverbs and one thousand and one songs that he made for all the others who came from surrounding nations to hear his wisdom. A famous wisdom quote Solomon had said was, “Who is the wise man? He who sees what’s going to be born.” This quote means that the wisest of men are the ones that know what is going to happen before it does. After his empire began to thrive, Solomon began to build the Holy Temple, which is the most famous of all the temples in Israel. King Solomon extended Jerusalem to the north and fortified cities near the mountains of Judah and Jerusalem. King Solomon died at the age of 52 in 796 BCE after being ruler of Israel of forty years. **Three of His Most Famous Poems** **The Song of Songs (Part 1)** The Mutual Delight of the Bride and Bridegroom   Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? Whither is thy beloved turned aside? that we may seek him with thee. My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices,  to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies. Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:  thy hair is as a flock of goats  that appear from Gil'e-ad:  thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing,  whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her;  yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her. Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners? I went down into the garden of nuts to see the fruits of the valley,  and to see whether the vine flourished, and the pomegranates budded. Or ever I was aware, my soul made me like the chariots of Ammin'adib. Return, return, O Shu'lamite; return, return, that we may look upon thee. What will ye see in the Shu'lamite? As it were the company of two armies. How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon,  by the gate of Bath–rab'bim:  thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus. Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the King is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof:  now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine,  and the smell of thy nose like apples;  and the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish,  whether the tender grape appear,  and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves. The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! When I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised. I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me:  I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate. His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please. **The Song of Songs (Part 2)** Love Is Strong as Death   Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree:  there thy mother brought thee forth; there she brought thee forth that bare thee. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm:  for love is strong as death;  jealousy is cruel as the grave:  the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it:  if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned. We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts:  what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for? If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favor. Solomon had a vineyard at Ba'al–ha'mon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver. My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred. Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. **The Song of Songs (Part 3)** The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem The Song of songs, which is Solomon's. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savor of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: the King hath brought me into his chambers:  we will be glad and rejoice in thee,  we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee. I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me:  my mother's children were angry with me;  they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept. Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon:  for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions? If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. **Three Literary Techniques Used in Each Poem** **Poem 1** **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage – Beds of spices **Simile:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage – Thy hair is as a flock of goats. **Hyperbole/Simile:** Constrained not only to endure diseases, but, what’s worse, the cure; and, ready oft the port to gain, am shipwrecked into health again. Usage – The joints of thy thighs are like jewels. **Poem 2** **Simile:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage – Jealousy is cruel as the grave. **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage - If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar. **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage - Many waters cannot quench love. **Poem 3** **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage - o thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock. **Hyperbole:** Constrained not only to endure diseases, but, what’s worse, the cure; and, ready oft the port to gain, am shipwrecked into health again. Usage - we will remember thy love more than wine. **Simile:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage - thy name is as ointment poured forth. **Songs the Poems Relate to Based on Literary Techniques** **Poem 1** **(Hell’s Bell’s By: ACDC)** I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm comin' on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's putting up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

Hell's Bells Yeah, Hell's Bells You got me ringing Hell's Bells My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as I split the night 'Cause if God's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's puttin' up a fight I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, Satan get you

Hell's Bells Yeah, Hell's Bells You got me ringing Hell's Bells My temperature's high, Hell's Bells

yeow Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now Hell's Bells, the temperature's high Hell's Bells, across the sky Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around Hell's Bells, gonna split the night Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah

Ow, ow, ow, ow

Hell's Bells **Usage –** Metaphor: “I’m a rolling thunder…” Simile: “I’m commin on like a hurricane.” Hyperbole: “You're only young but you're gonna die.” **Poem 2** **(Every Rose Has its Thorn By: Poison)** in the dead of the night Although we both lie close together We feel miles apart inside
 * We both lie silently still

Was it something I said or something I did Did my words not come out right Though I tried not to hurt you Though I tried But I guess that's why they say

Chorus: Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does

I listen to her favorite song playing on the radio Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go But I wonder does he know Has he ever felt like this And I know that you'd be here right now If I could have let you know somehow I guess

Chorus

Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain Like the knife that cuts you the wound heals but the scar, that scar remains

Solo

I know I could have saved our love that night If I'd known what to say Instead of makin' love We both made our separate ways

But now I hear you found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you To hear that tears me up inside And to see you cuts me like a knife I guess

Chorus || **Poem 3** **(I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues By: Elton John)** Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me I could honestly say That things can only get better
 * Usage –** Simile: “I can still feel so much pain like the knife that cuts you the wound heals but the scar, that scar remains.” Metaphor: “Loves a game of easy come and easy go.” Personification: “We both lie silently still in the dead of the night.”
 * Don't wish it away

And while I'm away Dust out the demons inside And it won't be long Before you and me run To the place in our hearts Where we hide

And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why They call it the blues

Just stare into space Picture my face in your hands Live for each second Without hesitation And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why They call it the blues

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Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Laughing like children Living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers And I guess that's why They call it the blues

{Laughing like children Living like lovers} And I guess that's why They call it the blues

{Laughing like children Living like lovers} And I guess that's why They call it the blues

And I guess that's why They call it the blues ||
 * Usage –** Simile: “Rolling like thunder under the covers.” Hyperbole: “Cry in the night if it helps but more than ever I simply love you more than I love life itself.” Personification: “Picture my face in your hands.”

Andrew marvell

Andrew Marvell was born on March 31, 1621 in Winestead-in-Holderness, Yorkshire. All of the schools he went to specialized in grammar and English literature such as Hull Grammar School in 1624. After gaining admittance and a scholarship to being a Scholar of Trinity College in Cambridge, Marvell’s mother died in 1637 and his father died a few years later in 1640. One of the most famous poems he wrote called “Upon Appleton House” helped make Marvell more of a man and a poet. The poem was inspired after staying with Sir Thomas Fairfax in Nun Appleton House. He wrote two poems called “To His Coy Mistress” and “The Definition of Love” was about Marvell examining competing claims of public service and the search for personal insight. A famous quote he said was, “But at my back I always hear Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.” This means that time/death is always near and is always trying to hurry along. The twenty years he was alive, Marvell engaged in political activities, taking part in embassies to Holland and Russia and writing political pamphlets and satires. His last writing called “Miscellaneous Poems” was printed in 1681. Andrew Marvell died August 16, 1678 of tertian ague and the malpractice of the attending physician. **Three of His Most Famous Poems** **A Dialogue Between the Soul and Body** A soul enslaved so many ways ? With bolts of bones, that fettered stands In feet, and manacled in hands ; Here blinded with an eye, and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear ; A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains Of nerves, and arteries, and veins ; Tortured, besides each other part, In a vain head, and double heart ? || From bonds of this tyrannic soul ? Which, stretched upright, impales me so That mine own precipice I go ; And warms and moves this needless frame, (A fever could but do the same), And, wanting where its spite to try, Has made me live to let me die A body that could never rest, Since this ill spirit it possessed. || Within another's grief to pine ? Where, whatsoever it complain, I feel, that cannot feel, the pain ; And all my care itself employs, That to preserve which me destroys ; Constrained not only to endure Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure ; And, ready oft the port to gain, Am shipwrecked into health again. || The maladies thou me dost teach ; Whom first the cramp of hope does tear, And then the palsy shakes of fear ; The pestilence of love does heat, Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat ; Joy's cheerful madness does perplex, Or sorrow's other madness vex ; Which knowledge forces me to know, And memory will not forego ; What but a soul could have the wit To build me up for sin so fit ? So architects do square and hew Green trees that in the forest grew. || **Blake’s Victory** Now does Spain's fleet her spacious wings unfold,  Leaves the New World and hastens for the old:  But though the wind was fair, they slowly swum  Freighted with acted guilt, and guilt to come:  For this rich load, of which so proud they are,  Was raised by tyranny, and raised for war;  Every capacious gallion's womb was filled,  With what the womb of wealthy kingdoms yield,  The New World's wounded entrails they had tore,  For wealth wherewith to wound the Old once more:  Wealth which all others' avarice might cloy, But yet in them caused as much fear as joy. For now upon the main, themselves they saw--  That boundless empire, where you give the law--  Of winds' and waters' rage, they fearful be, But much more fearful are your flags to see. Day, that to those who sail upon the deep,  More wished for, and more welcome is than sleep,  They dreaded to behold, lest the sun's light,  With English streamers, should salute their sight:  In thickest darkness they would choose to steer,  So that such darkness might suppress their fear;  At length theirs vanishes, and fortune smiles;  For they behold the sweet Canary Isles;  One of which doubtless is by Nature blessed Above both Worlds, since 'tis above the rest. For lest some gloominess might strain her sky,  Trees there the duty of the clouds supply;  O noble trust which heav'n on this isle pours, Fertile to be, yet never need her show'rs. A happy people, which at once do gain The benefits without the ills of rain. Both health and profit fate cannot deny;  Where still the earth is moist, the air still dry;  The jarring elements no discord know,  Fuel and rain together kindly grow;  And coolness there, with heat doth never fight, This only rules by day, and that by night. Your worth to all these isles, a just right brings, The best of lands should have the best of kings. And these want nothing heaven can afford,  Unless it be--the having you their Lord;  But this great want will not a long one prove, Your conquering sword will soon that want remove. For Spain had better--she'll ere long confess--  Have broken all her swords, than this one peace,  Casting that legue off, which she held so long, She cast off that which only made her strong. Forces and art, she soon will feel, are vain, Peace, against you, was the sole strength of Spain. By that alone those islands she secures, Peace made them hers, but war will make them yours. There the indulgent soil that rich grape breeds,  Which of the gods the fancied drink exceeds;  They still do yield, such is their precious mould,  All that is good, and are not cursed with gold--  With fatal gold, for still where that does grow, Neither the soil, not people, quiet know. Which troubles men to raise it when 'tis ore, And when 'tis raised, does trouble them much more. Ah, why was thither brought that cause of war, Kind Nature had from thence removed so far? In vain doth she those islands free from ill, If fortune can make guilty what she will. But whilst I draw that scene, where you ere long, Shall conquests act, your present are unsung. For Santa Cruz the glad fleet makes her way, And safely there casts anchor in the bay. Never so many with one joyful cry, That place saluted, where they all must die. Deluded men! Fate with you did but sport, You 'scaped the sea, to perish in your port. 'Twas more for England's fame you should die there, Where you had most of strength, and least of fear. The Peak's proud height the Spaniards all admire, Yet in their breasts carry a pride much high'r.  Only to this vast hill a power is given, At once both to inhabit earth and heaven. But this stupendous prospect did not near, Make them admire, so much as they did fear. For here they met with news, which did produce, A grief, above the cure of grapes' best juice. They learned with terror that nor summer's heat, Nor winter's storms, had made your fleet retreat. To fight against such foes was vain, they knew,  Which did the rage of elements subdue,  Who on the ocean that does horror give, To all besides, triumphantly do live. With haste they therefore all their gallions moor, And flank with cannon from the neighbouring shore. Forts, lines, and scones all the bay along, They build and act all that can make them strong. Fond men who know not whilst such works they raise, They only labour to exalt your praise. Yet they by restless toil became at length,  So proud and confident of their made strength,  That they with joy their boasting general heard, Wish then for that assault he lately feared. His wish he has, for now undaunted Blake, With wingèd speed, for Santa Cruz does make. For your renown, his conquering fleet does ride, O'er seas as vast as is the Spaniards' pride. Whose fleet and trenches viewed, he soon did say, `We to their strength are more obliged than they. Were't not for that, they from their fate would run, And a third world seek out, our arms to shun. Those forts, which there so high and strong appear, Do not so much suppress, as show their fear. Of speedy victory let no man doubt, Our worst work's past, now we have found them out. Behold their navy does at anchor lie,  And they are ours, for now they cannot fly.'   This said, the whole fleet gave it their applause, And all assumes your courage, in your cause. That bay they enter, which unto them owes, The noblest of wreaths, that victory bestows. Bold Stayner leads: this fleet's designed by fate, To give him laurel, as the last did plate. The thundering cannon now begins the fight, And though it be at noon creates a night. The air was soon after the fight begun, Far more enflamed by it than by the sun. Never so burning was that climate known, War turned the temperate to the torrid zone. Fate these two fleets between both worlds had brought, Who fight, as if for both those worlds they fought. Thousands of ways thousands of men there die, Some ships are sunk, some blown up in the sky. Nature ne'er made cedars so high aspire,  As oaks did then urged by the active fire,  Which by quick powder's force, so high was sent, That it returned to its own element. Torn limbs some leagues into the island fly,  Whilst others lower in the sea do lie,  Scarce souls from bodies severed are so far By death, as bodies there were by the war. The all-seeing sun, ne'er gazed on such a sight, Two dreadful navies there at anchor fight. And neither have or power or will to fly, There one must conquer, or there both must die. Far different motives yet engaged them thus, Necessity did them, but Choice did us. A choice which did the highest worth express, And was attended by as high success. For your resistless genius there did reign, By which we laurels reaped e'en on the main. So properous stars, though absent to the sense, Bless those they shine for, by their influence. Our cannon now tears every ship and sconce, And o'er two elements triumphs at once. Their gallions sunk, their wealth the sea doth fill-- The only place where it can cause no ill. Ah, would those treasures which both Indies have,  Were buried in as large, and deep a grave,  Wars' chief support with them would buried be, And the land owe her peace unto the sea. Ages to come your conquering arms will bless, There they destroy what had destroyed their peace. And in one war the present age may boast The certain seeds of many wars are lost. All the foe's ships destroyed, by sea or fire,  Victorious Blake, does from the bay retire,  His siege of Spain he then again pursues,  And there first brings of his success the news:  The saddest news that e'er to Spain was brought,  Their rich fleet sunk, and ours with laurel fraught,  Whilst fame in every place her trumpet blows, And tells the world how much to you it owes. **Eye’s and Tears** With the same eyes to weep and see ; That, having viewed the object vain, They might be ready to complain ! And, since the self-deluding sight In a false angle takes each height, These tears, which better measure all, Like watery lines and plummets fall. Two tears, which sorrow long did weigh Within the scales of either eye, And then paid out in equal poise, Are the true price of all my joys. What in the world most fair appears, Yea, even laughter, turns to tears ; And all the jewels which we prize Melt in these pendants of the eyes. I have through every garden been, Amongst the red, the white, the green, And yet from all the flowers I saw, No honey, but these tears could draw. So the all-seeing sun each day Distils the world with chymic ray ; But finds the essence only showers, Which straight in pity back he pours. Yet happy they whom grief doth bless, That weep the more, and see the less ; And, to preserve their sight more true, Bathe still their eyes in their own dew. So Magdalen in tears more wise Dissolved those captivating eyes, Whose liquid chains could flowing meet To fetter her Redeemer's feet. Not full sails hasting loaden home, Nor the chaste lady's pregnant womb, Nor Cynthia teeming shows so fair As two eyes swollen with weeping are. The sparkling glance that shoots desire, Drenched in these waves, does lose its fire ; Yea oft the Thunderer pity takes, And here the hissing lightning slakes. The incense was to Heaven dear, Not as a perfume, but a tear ; And stars shew lovely in the night, But as they seem the tears of light. Ope then, mine eyes, your double sluice, And practise so your noblest use ; For others too can see, or sleep, But only human eyes can weep. Now, like two clouds dissolving, drop, And at each tear in distance stop ; Now, like two fountains, trickle down ; Now, like two floods, o'erturn and drown : Thus let your streams o'erflow your springs, Till eyes and tears be the same things ; And each the other's difference bears, These weeping eyes, those seeing tears. || **Three Literary Techniques Used in Each Poem** **Poem 1** **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage – The soul and body are talking. **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage – Which, stretched upright, impales me so that mine own precipice I go; and warms and moves this needless frame, (a fever could but do the same). **Hyperbole:** Constrained not only to endure diseases, but, what’s worse, the cure; and, ready oft the port to gain, am shipwrecked into health again. **Poem 2** **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. Usage – Now does Spain’s fleet her spacious wings unfold. **Hyperbole:** Constrained not only to endure diseases, but, what’s worse, the cure; and, ready oft the port to gain, am shipwrecked into health again. Usage – This said, the whole fleet gave it their applause. **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage – Were buried in as large, and deep a grave, wars’ chief support with them would buried be, and the land owe her peace unto the sea. **Poem 3** **Personification:** Attribution of [|personal] qualities; especially : representation of a thing or abstraction as a [|person] or by the human form. **Usage-** With the same eyes to weep and see; that, having viewed the object vain, they might be ready to complain! **Metaphor:** A type of figurative language in which a statement is made that says that one thing is something else but, literally, it is no. Usage – And stars shew lovely in the night but as they seem the tears of light. **Simile:** A [|figure of speech] comparing two unlike things that is often introduced by like or as (as in cheeks like roses) — compare. Usage – Now, like two fountains trickle down. **Songs the Poems Relate to Based on Literary Techniques** **Poem 1** **(Going the Distance By: Cake)** Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags goes up, Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
 * Soul. ||  || O, WHO shall from this dungeon raise
 * Body. ||  || O, who shall me deliver whole,
 * Soul. ||  || What magic could me thus confine
 * Body. ||  || But Physic yet could never reach
 * HOW wisely Nature did decree,

They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank, Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns, Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down. The fans get up, and they get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup, But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance.

Yeah!

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine. He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster truck force. In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping time that her memories will fade, Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns, And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse!

He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance... **Usage –** Personification: “Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse.” Hyperbole: “Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.” Metaphor: The whole song could be a metaphor for striving to achieve success in anything. **Poem 2** **(You Give Love A Love By: Bon Jovi)** Shot through the heart and you're to blame Darlin' you give love, a bad name

An angel's smile is what you sell you promise me heaven, then put me through hell Chains of love, got a hold on me when passion's a prison, you can't break free

Whoa! You're a loaded gun yeah, whoa... There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done

Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love a bad name

You paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A schoolboy's dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye

Whoa! You're a loaded gun Whoa... There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done

Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love...

Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name

Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love a bad name The damage is done **Poem 3** **(A Year Without Rain By: Selena Gomez)** When I think about you With every breath I take Every minute No matter what I do My world is an empty place
 * Usage –** Metaphor: “Chains of love.” Hyperbole: “You're a loaded gun Whoa... There's nowhere to run No one can save me.” Personification: “An angel’s smile, is what you sell.”
 * Can you feel me

Like I've been wandering the desert For a thousand days Don't know if it's a mirage, but I always see your face, baby

[Chorus:] I'm missing you so much Can't help that I'm in love A day without you is like a year without rain I need you by my side Don't know how I'll survive a day without you is like a year without rain

The stars are burning I hear your voice in my mind Can't you hear me calling? My heart is yearning Like the ocean that is running dry Catch me I'm falling

It's like the ground is crumbling underneath my feet (Won't you save me?) There's gonna be a monsoon When you get back to me, oh oh baby

[Chorus:] I'm missing you so much Can't help that I'm in love A day without you is like a year without rain I need you by my side Don't know how I'll survive A day without you is like a year without rain

So let this drought come to an end And make this desert flower again And I need you here, I can't explain But a day without you is like a year without rain

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