Lyric Poetry Expresses the personal thoughts and feelings of a single speaker Earliest lyric poems = sung by ancient Greeks to the accompaniment of a lyre No longer sung, but still often have a musical feeling and songlike structure
Types of Lyric Poems Ode: serious, emotional poem paying respect to a person or thing; speaker directly addresses subject Elegy: solemn, formal poem about death; mourns a person or the passing of a better time Sonnet: 14 line poem with a specific meter and rhyme scheme
Elements of Lyric Poetry Figurative language Sound devices Imagery
Figurative Language: languageused imaginatively rather than literally Figures of Speech: Simile: comparing 2 unlike things using like or as Metaphor: comparing 2 unlike things without using like or as Personification: giving human traits to something nonhuman Oxymoron: juxtaposing 2 opposite words that reveal an interesting truth
Sound devices: use the sounds oflanguage to add a musical quality to poetry Repetition: repeated use of sounds, words, sentences, etc. for emphasis and a musical effect ◦ Alliteration: initial consonant sounds ◦ Consonance: final consonant sounds ◦ Assonance: similar vowel sounds Rhyme: repetition of sounds at the ends of words (eg.: end rhyme) Onomatopoeia: use words that imitate sounds (eg.: ring, boom, growl, etc.)
Imagery Descriptive language that appeals to the senses ◦ Sight ◦ Hearing ◦ Touch ◦ Taste ◦ Smell Examples: green, humming, cold, peppery, musty, etc.
William Wordsworth 1770-1850 Spent childhood in countryside 13 Parents had died by this time 17 Cambridge University Traveled Europe, mainly France Believed in social justice, individual rights Considered to be “the father of English Romanticism”
“The World is Too Much With Us”The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;The winds that will be howling at all hours,And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers;For this, for everything, we are out of tune,It moves us not.--Great God! Id rather beA Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.Sordid = dirtyBoon = favor