Thursday, February 21, 2013

Second year 1st semi Notes : The Fisherman Mourned by his Wife.


                                             
Patrick Fernando’s The Fisherman Mourned by his Wife is an elegy;

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Notes: Daffodils by Wordsworth


In preface to the Lyrical Ballads Wordsworth says that “a poet is a man speaking to men in the language of men”.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Romantic Poetry #8 My Heart Leaps Up

Romantic Poetry #7 Daffodils (I Wander lonely as a cloud)

Introduction to William Wordsworth

Romantic Poetry Preface Video

Second Year 1st semi : comments open for the poem Fisherman Mourned by his wife


Third year: Comments open for the poems Ode to Autumn & Unknown Citizen

Third Year : John Keats Ode To Autumn

Romantic Poetry #29 Ode to Autumn Lecture

A Tale Of Two Cities 1980

Video SparkNotes: Charles Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities summary

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Note for Third Years. Do bring the following texts on 16.02.2013

 John Keats: Ode to autumn



Do study the poem Road not Taken by Robert Frost .

Note to First Years for the class on 17.02.2013



Do read the poem Musical by  Kamala Wijeratne , and the short story Missilin by Chitra Fernando.Don't forget to brink the texts to class.





Thursday, February 7, 2013

Note for Second Years 1st semi : Do bring the text Open Window on 09.02.2013


Hector Hugh Munro (18.12 1870 – 13.11. 1916), also known as Saki.

Note for First Years: We will be studying the following poems on 10.02.2013


To Daffodils by Robert Herrick 

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.




We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again. 




Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

First Year 1st semi Texts



Under the greenwood tree 

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.



Rose-Cheeked Laura by Thomas Campion



Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,

Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's

Silent music, either other

Sweetly gracing.



Lovely forms do flow

From concent divinely framed;

Heav'n is music, and thy beauty's

Birth is heavenly.



These dull notes we sing

Discords need for helps to grace them;

Only beauty purely loving

Knows no discord,



But still moves delight,

Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,

Ever perfect, ever in them-

Selves eternal.



To Daffodils by Robert Herrick


Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.



My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.



Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 
 Musical  by Kamala Wijeratne

Singing they went
Those troops of youth
Looking so smart
In their green-brown uniforms ;

Happy they were
As they drummed with their hands
And sang their songs
And beat their boots in rhythm

The truck trundled to the north
Was it their youth
That brought the mist to my eyes?
Was it the unbroken melody
That left me uneasy

I could not wipe off a picture
That sprang before me and spread
As the long convoy passed
And the music in it faded
A long line of caged parrots
I saw one day in a pet shop;
The green was fading from their feather
I knew their days were numbered

I wanted to buy them all
And let them fly
Back to the greenwood to sing all day
The trucks trundled to the north

I pressed my eyelids
Down over the smarting eyes .
The Gods protect you
I thought
and also, those you meet

Smart they looked
Those troops of youths
In their green-brown uniforms.

Happy they seemed
As they drummed their hands
And sang their songs
Their voices drowned the noises
In the street.
The trucks trundled to the north.


Night Rain - J. P Clark- Bekederemo

What time of night it is
I do not know
Except that like some fish
Doped out of the deep
I have bobbed up bellywise
From stream of sleep
And no cocks crow.
It is drumming hard here
And I suppose everywhere
Droning with insistent ardour upon
Our roof thatch and shed
And thro' sheaves slit open
To lightning and rafters
I cannot quite make out overhead
Great water drops are dribbling
Falling like orange or mango
Fruits showered forth in the wind
Or perhaps I should say so
Much like beads I could in prayer tell
Them on string as they break
In wooden bowls and earthenware
Mother is busy now deploying
About our roomlet and floor.
Although it is so dark
I know her practiced step as
She moves her bins, bags and vats
Out of the run of water
That like ants gain possession
Of the floor. Do not tremble then
But turns, brothers, turn upon your side
Of the loosening mats
To where the others lie.
We have drunk tonight of a spell
Deeper than the owl's or hat's
That wet of wings may not fly
Bedraggled up on the iroko, they stand
Emptied of hearts, and
Therefore will not stir, no, not
Even at dawn for then
They must scurry in to hide.
So let us roll over on our back
And again roll to the beat
Of drumming all over the land
And under its ample soothing hand
Joined to that of the sea
We will settle to sleep of the innocent and free.


The Postmaster by    Rabindranath Tagore

First Year 1st semi English Literature




English and American Poetry

-   William Shakespeare: 1564-1616 (Under the Greenwood tree (as You like It)
-   Thomas Campion: 1567- 1620, Rose–cheeked Laura
-   Robert Herrick: 1591-1674, To Daffodils
-   William Wordsworth: 1770-1850, My Heart Leaps Up, Daffodils

Sri Lankan and Post-colonial Poetry

-   Kamala Wijeratne (Musical, Monument)
-   Nissim Ezekiel, Entertainment
-   John Pepper Clerk, Night Rain

Short Stories

-   Chitra Fernando: Missilin
-   Rabindranath Tagore:  The Postmaster

Novel

-   R.K. Narayan; The Guide or
-   Ediriweera Sarathchandra:  The curfew and the Full Moon