Question #1:What is the more literal meaning of the poem " to his coy mistress "?Rather than the obvious meaning the poem lets out what is a more literal meaning you can say about the poem, also the obvious meaning but i do not understand the poem*** " to his coy mistress " by andrew marvell Question #2:higher english essay help! Sonnet 18 (shakepeare) and to his coy mistress(andrew marvell)?what would be a good topic paragraph for time with reference to sonnet 18 and to his coy mistress?thanks :) x Question #3:Should I use an artistic sex poem for my first trial lesson teaching literature?Should I use an artistic sex poem for my first trial lesson teaching literature?Please comment yes or no after looking up Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress. I will be practising teaching for 10mins in front of my fellow classmates (all trainee teachers) and Prof. I think this is an awesome poem to grab attention and boost everyone's participation and engagement. Or, might it appear sluttish? or worse, crude? Thanks alot! Question #4:poem help???????????????To his Coy Mistressby Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. 1. according to the speaker, what is his sweetheart's crime? why do you think he regards this as a crime? 2. what are some of the things the speaker claims he would do if he has unlimited time? how do these claims help the speaker's argument? 3. summarize the recommendations the speaker makes in the last stanza. how will he and his beloved make the sun "run"? 4. summarize the three main parts of the speaker's argument. in your opinion, this is a convincing argument? why or why not? 5. what would you advise the coy mistress to do? why? Question #5:To his coy mistress by andrew marvell? [poem help]?To his Coy Mistressby Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. 1. according to the speaker, what is his sweetheart's crime? why do you think he regards this as a crime? 2. what are some of the things the speaker claims he would do if he has unlimited time? how do these claims help the speaker's argument? 3. summarize the recommendations the speaker makes in the last stanza. how will he and his beloved make the sun "run"? 4. summarize the three main parts of the speaker's argument. in your opinion, this is a convincing argument? why or why not? 5. what would you advise the coy mistress to do? why? Question #6:To his coy mistress by andrew marvell?To his Coy Mistressby Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. 1. according to the speaker, what is his sweetheart's crime? why do you think he regards this as a crime? 2. what are some of the things the speaker claims he would do if he has unlimited time? how do these claims help the speaker's argument? 3. summarize the recommendations the speaker makes in the last stanza. how will he and his beloved make the sun "run"? 4. summarize the three main parts of the speaker's argument. in your opinion, this is a convincing argument? why or why not? 5. what would you advise the coy mistress to do? why? Question #7:Can you relate on these poems?Ok I'm not asking these because I don't know it but I rather want to know how other people would explain and give their own opinions on how they relate or understand each of the poems.1. ...Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides as by vanity. -T.S. Eliot 2. It is morning. I stand by the mirror And suprise my soul once more; The blue air rushes above my ceiling, There are suns beneath my floor... -Conrad Aiken 3. Too perfect was their dream of paradise! The alien vessels clanked their anchors, and The dream was splattered on the bloody beaches. Prodded by swords, they ate, from proffering hands, The alien apples breeding restlessness. While Misereres darkened out the sun, Eden grew thistles. -Ricardo Demetillo 4. What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; -Andrew Marvell Question #8:Can you relate in these poems?Ok I'm not asking these because I don't know it but I rather want to know how other people would explain and give their own opinions on how they relate or understand each of the poems.1. ...Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides as by vanity. -T.S. Eliot 2. It is morning. I stand by the mirror And suprise my soul once more; The blue air rushes above my ceiling, There are suns beneath my floor... -Conrad Aiken 3. Too perfect was their dream of paradise! The alien vessels clanked their anchors, and The dream was splattered on the bloody beaches. Prodded by swords, they ate, from proffering hands, The alien apples breeding restlessness. While Misereres darkened out the sun, Eden grew thistles. -Ricardo Demetillo 4. What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; -Andrew Marvell Question #9:Do you pronounce the poet Andrew Marvell's name with emphasis on the first or second syllable?MAR-vell or Mar-VELL?Question #10:andrew marvell's to his coy mistress?Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. IN to his coy mistress why would the speaker be willing to spend so much time wating for his mistress? how does the willingness take the sting out of his complaint? Question #11:What is metaphysical poetry?It's for my English coursework.I'm comparing John Donne and Andrew Marvell. The Flea and To His Coy Mistress. And want a quick summary of what Metaphysical poetry actually is?? Thankyou [= Question #12:“To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell and “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe are?Question #13:HELP!!!! Paraphrase Poem !!!?Please Paraphrase or summarize "The Dialouge betwee the Soul and Body" by Andrew Marvell-I need to paraphrase five poems for an english project and this is the last one. But i am having difficulties with it. Please parapharase_ or give a link to a webiste that does paraphrase it Thank you soo much : ) ______________________________________... Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd 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. Tortur'd, besides each other part,1 In a vain Head, and double Heart. Body O who shall me deliver whole, From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul? Which, stretcht 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 spight to try, Has made me live to let me dye. A Body that could never rest, Since this ill Spirit it possest. Soul What Magic could me thus confine Within anothers Grief to pine? Where whatsoever it complain, I feel, that cannot feel, the pain. And all my Care its self employes, That to preserve, which me destroys: Constrain'd not only to indure Diseases, but, whats worse, the Cure: And ready oft the Port to gain, Am Shipwrackt into Health again. Body But Physick yet could never reach The Maladies Thou me dost teach; Whom first the Cramp of Hope does Tear: And then the Palsie Shakes of Fear. The Pestilence of Love does heat : Or Hatred's hidden Ulcer eat. Joy's chearful Madness does perplex: Or Sorrow's other Madness vex. Which Knowledge forces me to know; And Memory will not foregoe. 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. Question #14:Biography of Andrew Marvell?what is his full biography?Question #15:to his coy mistress-andrew marvell :)?hey :)im writing a speech on the poem To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell and i need to talk about two important events which occured at the time it was written which was 1651>1652. im suppose to assess the poems social cultural and historical context. Oliver Cromwell began ruling in 1653 but that happened after it was written.. any help would be much appeciated! :) thank you. Question #16:to his coy mistress-andrew marvell. please help?hey :)im writing a speech on the poem To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell and i need to talk about two important events which occured at the time it was written which was 1651>1652. im suppose to assess the poems social cultural and historical context. Oliver Cromwell began ruling in 1653 but that happened after it was written.. any help would be much appeciated! :) thank you. Question #17:can someone translate "to his coy mistress" into modern day english pleaseee?hi (:i am doing a essay on the comparison between shakespears sonnet 12 and to his coy mistress by andrew marvell and usually on shakespeare poems there are websites where you can translate his poems into modern day english & it helps sooooooooo much; but i cant find one on to his coy mistress; so could some one pleaseeeee translate it for me; it would make my life ALOT more easier thanks in advance (: heres the poem by the way: Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Question #18:Can someone translate "to his coy mistress" into modern day english please?hi (:i am doing a essay on the comparison between shakespears sonnet 12 and to his coy mistress by andrew marvell and usually on shakespeare poems there are websites where you can translate his poems into modern day english & it helps sooooooooo much; but i cant find one on to his coy mistress; so could some one pleaseeeee translate it for me; it would make my life ALOT more easier thanks in advance (: heres the poem by the way: Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power. Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball; And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Question #19:I'm writing an essay over "To His Coy Mistress"?Where we're supposed to say how Andrew Marvell uses literary devices to persuade the woman to sleep with him. I'm doing ok writing the actual essay but I need help with the title. Can you think of anything creative? I'm stuck!Question #20:What is the meaning of this quote from 'To His Coy Mistress' by Andrew Marvell?"Thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run"Help would be appreciated ** Powered by Yahoo Answers |
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