Read the Various Lines of Literary Love Below. Pay Attention to the Linguistic Qualities

Name ______Date ______Period ______Ah, Love.

Read the various lines of literary love below. Pay attention to the linguistic qualities, how they differ, if/how they emote a feeling. Notice things about descriptions, word choice, and which phrases/sentences stand out to you. You’ll be writing your own in class today, so learn from the greats!

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: Charlotte Jane Eyre in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Bronte

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, William A Midsummer Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend Shakespeare Night's Dream More than cool reason ever comprehends.

The course of true love never did run smooth. William A Midsummer Shakespeare Night's Dream

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; William A Midsummer And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Shakespeare Night's Dream

"Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into George Eliot Middlemarch hell! Explain my preference! I never had a preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living."

Jane Austen Pride and “I love you. Most ardently.” Prejudice “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I Jane Austen Pride and love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you Prejudice from this day on.”

"Who, being loved, is poor?" Oscar Wilde A Woman of No Importance

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found Charlotte Jane Eyre that he had ceased to notice me. Bronte

I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my Charlotte Jane Eyre second self, and best earthly companion. Bronte

Doubt thou the stars are fire; William Hamlet, Prince Doubt that the sun doth move; Shakespeare of Denmark Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you George Nineteen had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. Orwell Eighty-Four

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed F. Scott The Great his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his Fitzgerald Gatsby mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against Charles Great peace, against hope, against happiness, against all Dickens Expectations discouragement that could be. There are very few of us who have heart enough to be Jane Austen Pride and really in love without encouragement. Prejudice

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! William Romeo and O that I were a glove upon that hand, Shakespeare Juliet That I might touch that cheek!"

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! William Romeo and For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." Shakespeare Juliet

"Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when Louisa May Little Women we go, and it makes the end so easy." Alcott

They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in Fyodor Crime and their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those Dostoevsky Punishment sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm Charles Nicholas and active imagination: which has a long memory, and Dickens Nickleby will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are Emily Bronte Wuthering made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as Heights different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire." Poetic Love

Once again, learn from the greats. We will be composing our own poetry today as well, so notice structures, lack of structure, word choice, feeling, everything! You’ll choose to emulate what you connect with.

Love and Friendship BY EMILY BRONTË Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, Love is like the wild rose-briar, nor boundless sea Friendship like the holly-tree— BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Whose action is no stronger than a flower? Yet wait till winter comes again O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out And who will call the wild-briar fair? Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? And deck thee with the holly’s sheen, O fearful meditation! where, alack, That when December blights thy brow Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid? He still may leave thy garland green. Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.

Somewhere or Other BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI [love is more thicker than forget] BY E. E. CUMMINGS Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, love is more thicker than forget The heart that not yet—never yet—ah me! more thinner than recall Made answer to my word. more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Past land and sea, clean out of sight; it is most mad and moonly Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star and less it shall unbe That tracks her night by night. than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea Somewhere or other, may be far or near; With just a wall, a hedge, between; love is less always than to win With just the last leaves of the dying year less never than alive Fallen on a turf grown green. less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky Neutral Tones BY THOMAS HARDY We stood by a pond that winter day, "I loved you first: but afterwards your love" And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Over tedious riddles of years ago; Which owes the other most? my love was long, And some words played between us to and fro And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; On which lost the more by our love. I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be – The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. Alive enough to have strength to die; For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’ And a grin of bitterness swept thereby With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done, Like an ominous bird a-wing…. For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’ Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, Both have the strength and both the length thereof, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me Both of us, of the love which makes us one. Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

A Broken Appointment BY THOMAS HARDY You did not come, And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— Yet less for loss of your dear presence there Than that I thus found lacking in your make That high compassion which can overbear Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, You did not come.

You love not me, And love alone can lend you loyalty; –I know and knew it. But, unto the store Of human deeds divine in all but name, Was it not worth a little hour or more To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be You love not me? Name ______Date ______Period ______Literary Lines of Love

Compose your own literary lines of love. You may envision that you are professing your appreciation, undying love, gratitude of friendship, that you’re over a particular relationship, or that young love/crush/infatuation stage. You can choose! You are required to include at least 5 different lines of love, as though you were including them between/among characters in a piece of prose. Furthermore, in your 5 different lines of love, you must address at least 3 differing perspectives (friendship, romantic, familial, loyal love, etc.)

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5.______Write the Poetic Love!

Write at least 2 different poems (in any style, but varying between the two). You may impose a specific structure (such as sonnet, haiku, limerick, form poetry, etc.) or you may choose open form (lyric, ballad, etc.). You must write two, and they need to relate to love in some way. Refer back to the examples for ideas and inspiration! You may use the lines provided, or you may write on the reverse of this page (or as always, you can use your own paper).

Poem #1: ______Poem #2: ______