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THE HOUND
SUBJECT MATTER & THEME
by Robert Francis
Subject matter: something that the author
deals with in the work
z Theme: the meaning of the work that the
author wants to share with or deliver to
the reader
z Among other important subject matters in
poetry are: life, death, nature, love, loyalty,
happiness, sorrow, anxiety, and freedom.
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Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound's intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.
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Holy Sonnets:
Death Be Not Proud
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
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For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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Holy Sonnets:
Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
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And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
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Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
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And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
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OZYMANDIAS
OZYMANDIAS
Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792
(1792--1822)
Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792
(1792--1822)
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One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Whi h yett survive,
Which
i
stamped
t
d on th
these lif
lifeless
l
thi
things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!“
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
sand,
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Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
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"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -----planting
planting rue"
---"No:
--"No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'“
"Then
Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?“
---"Ah,
--"Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose attendance
snare
Her spirit from death's gin.'"
Thomas Hardy
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The lone and level sands stretch far away.
AH, ARE YOU DIGGING ON
MY GRAVE
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!“
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Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
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"But some one digs upon my grave?
stabbing secretly
My enemy"--enemy"---prodding
prodding sly?“
---"Nay:
--"Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.“
"Then
Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say--Say
---since
since I have not guessed!"
---"O
--"O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
"Ah, yes! You dig upon my grave . . .
Why flashed it not on me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!“
"Mistress
Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your restingresting-place."
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AH, ARE YOU DIGGING ON MY GRAVE
Thomas Hardy (1840
(1840--1928)
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -----planting
planting rue"
rue
---"No:
--"No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"
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"Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?“
kin?
---"Ah,
--"Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from death's gin.'"
snare
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"But some one digs upon my grave?
My enemy"
enemy -----prodding
prodding sly?"
sly?
---"Nay:
--"Nay: when she heard you had passed the
Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie."
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"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say--Say
---since
since I have not guessed!"
guessed!
---"O
--"O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
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"Ah, yes! You dig upon my grave . . .
Why flashed it not on me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"
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"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone
bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your restingresting-place."
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THANK YOU
FOR YOUR ATTENTION
AND PARTICIPATION
SEE YOU AGAIN NEXT WEEK
GOOD BYE
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