Keats

Question 1

Quotations for Isabella

Answer 1

• Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
• But to each other dream, and nightly weep.
• With every morn their love grew tenderer,
• She spoilt her half-done broidery
• “Believe how I love thee, believe how near / “My soul is to its doom:
• Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
• for them many a weary hand did swelt
• proud-quiver’d loins did melt / In blood from stinging whip;
• For them…for them…gushed blood…for them…for them…A thousand men…
• Half-ignorant, they turn’d an easy wheel,
• their plan to coax her by degrees / To some high noble and his olive-trees.
• Bow’d a fair greeting to these serpents’
• Sick and wan / The brothers’ faces…Lorenzo’s flush with love
• Into a forest quiet for the slaughter
• The breath of Winter comes from far away,
• put cold doom / Upon his lips,
• Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling “Alone:
• she began / To dig more fervently than misers can.
• nor stay’d her care, / But to throw back at times her veiling hair.
• That old nurse stood beside her wondering, / Until her heart felt pity to the core
• a dismal labouring,
• ‘Twas love; cold,–dead indeed, but not dethroned.
• still she kiss’d, and wept.
• The guerdon of their murder they had got,
• Away they went…to banishment.
• sweet Isabel, will die; / Will die a death too lone and incomplete,
• they have ta’en away her Basil
• And so she pined, and so she died forlorn,

Question 2

Quotations for La Belle Dame

Answer 2

• Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
• But to each other dream, and nightly weep.
• With every morn their love grew tenderer,
• She spoilt her half-done broidery
• “Believe how I love thee, believe how near / “My soul is to its doom:
• Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart
• for them many a weary hand did swelt
• proud-quiver’d loins did melt / In blood from stinging whip;
• For them…for them…gushed blood…for them…for them…A thousand men…
• Half-ignorant, they turn’d an easy wheel,
• their plan to coax her by degrees / To some high noble and his olive-trees.
• Bow’d a fair greeting to these serpents’
• Sick and wan / The brothers’ faces…Lorenzo’s flush with love
• Into a forest quiet for the slaughter
• The breath of Winter comes from far away,
• put cold doom / Upon his lips,
• Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling “Alone:
• she began / To dig more fervently than misers can.
• nor stay’d her care, / But to throw back at times her veiling hair.
• That old nurse stood beside her wondering, / Until her heart felt pity to the core
• a dismal labouring,
• ‘Twas love; cold,–dead indeed, but not dethroned.
• still she kiss’d, and wept.
• The guerdon of their murder they had got,
• Away they went…to banishment.
• sweet Isabel, will die; / Will die a death too lone and incomplete,
• they have ta’en away her Basil
• And so she pined, and so she died forlorn,

Question 3

Quotations for Eve of St Agnes

Answer 3

• Ah, bitter chill it was!
• his frosted breath
• they may ache in icy hoods and mails.
• The joys of all his life were said and sung:
• The silver, snarling trumpets ‘gan to chide:
• Young virgins might have visions of delight,
• her maiden eyes divine
• Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire / For Madeline.
• he might gaze and worship all unseen;
• those chambers held barbarian hordes,
• lofty plume
• silent as a tomb
• “O may I ne’er find grace…If one of her soft ringlets I displace, / Or look with ruffian passion in her face:
• burning Porphyro,
• he might see her beauty unespied,
• And pale enchantment held her sleepy-eyed.
• in pallid moonshine, died:
• shone the wintry moon, / And threw warm gules on Madeline’s fair breast,
• so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
• Anon his heart revives:
• Blissfully havened both from joy and pain;
• my seraph fair, awake! / Thou art my heaven
• Shaded was her dream
• He played an ancient ditty…’La belle dame sans mercy’
• Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone.
• There was a painful change, that nigh expelled / The blisses of her dream
• How changed thou art! How pallid, chill, and drear!
• flushed, and like a throbbing star
• Into her dream he melted
• ‘Tis dark (x2)
• A famish’d pilgrim,—saved by miracle.
• I have a home for thee.
• For there were sleeping dragons all around
• They glide like phantoms
• Like phantoms
• And they are gone: ay, ages long ago / These lovers fled away into the storm.
• slept among his ashes cold.

Question 4

Arguments paralleling DoaS

Answer 4

 Deceitful and beautiful tragic villains
 Shared sense of inevitability through ever-presence of threatening outside forces/undermined hope
 Difference in hamartia- Keats uses myopia, Miller uses hubris
 Immense pathos for victims that suffer as a consequence of the tragic hero
 Pathos sometimes undermined by a sense of responsibility
 Victims are usually vindicated of responsibility in Keats but complicit and responsible for fuelling delusion in DoaS
 Tragic heroes are always flawed victims of society but hold some responsibility
 Women in Keats are victims of male flaws but males aren’t condemned
 Women in DoaS are victims utilised as moral commentators to expose male flaws
 Tragedy creates chaos