INRW Appreciating Poetry
- Due Nov 25, 2021 at 12pm
- Points 7
- Questions 7
- Time Limit None
Instructions
1. Please read the following PDF. The information is presented as a PDF because there is a table at the end of it that is hard to read on Canvas.
2. Please read the following poem.
"The Darkling Thrush" is a poem by Thomas Hardy.
It was originally titled "By the Century's Deathbed" because it was published when the 1800s were over and 1900 had just begun.
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.