Meeting at Night by Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.


Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

2.
a. And the startled little waves that leap
b. The gray sea, and the long black land
c. In fiery ringlets from their sleep

3.
a. Metaphor
b.
c. A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins

2.
a. Nothing is so beautiful as spring
b. Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
c. the descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

3.
a.Metaphor
b.
c. When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush

To His Coy Mistrss By 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.

2.
a. the coyness, lady, were no crime.
b.Thou by the Indian Ganges side
c. For lady, you deserve this state

3.
a. metaphor
b.
c. My vegetable love should grow

It Sifts from Leaden Sieves

It sift's from Leaden Sieves
It powders all the Wood
It fills with Albaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again

It reaches to the Fence
It wraps it Rail to Rail
Till it lost in Fleeces
It deals Celestial Veil

To Stump, and Stack and Stem
A summer's empty Room
Acres of Joints , where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen
Then stills its Artisans like Ghosts
Denying they have been

It powders all the wood
It reaches to the fence
It ruffles wrists of posts

Metaphor
It fills with alabaster wood

Metaphors by Sylvia Plath

2.
a. fine timbers
b. i'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf
c. A melon on two tendrils

3.
a. Metaphor
b. i'm a riddle in nine syllables

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