Can you write me a 1200-word paper about the given poems? I will provide you with the instructions.
Report Guidelines Requir ed Length: 1200 words (excluding r eferences). Choose 3 poems (or 2, if they are quite long) that deal with one theme or idea, or that have some sort of connection that you are interested in Ideally , they should deal with the theme in dif ferent ways. Structur e : 1) Introduction: Introduce the theme, and say why it is important. Make a general statement about the dif ferent ways it can be approached. For example, love can be romantic love, or parental love; it can be a happy experience, or a sad experience, etc. The countryside can be a place for relaxation or a place for work; it may include people, or it may not, etc. Alternatively , introduce and explain the sort of connection you are interested in. (1 paragraph, 100-200 words). 2) Analysis: Examine your three poems in turn, and discuss how they treat the theme. Support your analysis with some carefully-chosen, short quotations. (3-6 paragraphs, 600-700 words, including up to 200 words of quotations). 3) Comparison and Conclusion: Summarize the dif ference(s) between the poems and make a conclusion by stating what you (or what we) can learn by comparing / contrasting them in this way . Consider how much they reflect the range of possible approaches that you outlined in your introduction. (1-2 paragraphs, 100-300 words, including up to 50 words of quotation). DON’T include biographical information about the poets, unless it is necessary for understanding the poem(s). DO try to develop your own ideas! Y our report should not contain mor e than 250 words of quotation in total! Choose the poems below . Spring by T. Nash (1567-1601) Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year ’s pleasant Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo. The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Y oung lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring! The sweet spring! The True Beauty by T. Car ew (1594-1640) He that loves a rosy cheek Or coral lip admires, Or from star -like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay , So his flames must waste away . But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never -dying fires :- Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. T o Dianeme by R. Herrick (1591-1674) SWEET , be not proud of those two eyes Which starlike sparkle in their skies; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free; Be you not proud of that rich hair Which wantons with the love-sick air; Whenas that ruby which you wear , Sunk from the tip of your soft ear , W ill last to be a precious stone When all your world of beauty’s gone. Go, Lovely Rose! by E. Waller (1606-1687) Go, lovely Rose! T ell her , that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. T ell her that’ s young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst though sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommanded died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suf fer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! That she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee: How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Sally in Our Alley by H. Car ey (1687-1743) Of all the girls that are so smart There’ s no none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley , There is no lady in the land Is half so sweet as Sally , She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . Her father he makes cabbage-nets And through the streets does cry’em; Her mother she seels laces long T o such as please to buy’em: But sure such folks could ne’er beget So Sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . When she is by , I leave my work, I love her so sincerely; My master comes like any Turk, And bangs me most severely– But let him bang his bellyful, I’ll bear it all for Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . Of all the days that’ s in the week I dearly love but one day– And that’ s the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday; For then I’m drest all in my best T o walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . My master carries me to church, But often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . When Christmas comes about again O then I shall have money; I’ll hoard it up, and box it all, I’ll give it to my honey: I would it were then thousand pound, I’d give it all to Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley . My master and the neighbours all Make game of me and Sally , And, but for her , I’d better be A slave and row a galley; But when my seven long years are out O then I’ll marry Sally ,– O then we’ll wed, and then we’ll bed, But not in our alley! The Death Bed by T. Hood (1798-1845) W e watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing soft and low , As in her breast the wave of life Kept having to and fro. But when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed–she had Another morn than ours. T o the Moon by P . B. Shelley (1792-1822) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, W andering companionless Among the stars that have a dif ferent birth, And ever -changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?