British Literature Final

without contraries is no progression

Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”

that deep romantic chasm

Coleridge, “Kubla Khan”

One clear, unchanged, and universal light

Pope, “Essay on Criticism”

Nothing can please many, and please long, but just representations of general nature

Johnson, “Preface to Shakespeare”

tossed & reeled & danced & seemed

Wordsworth, “I wandered lonely as a Cloud”

frightful spectacles of a mangled king

Behn, “Ooronoko”

A King’s at least a part of government

Dryden, “Absalom & Achitophel”

It is not titles that make men brave, or good

Behn, “Ooronoko”

The rightful cause at length became the wrong

Dryden, “Absalom & Achitophel”

And foul his hands in search of hope

Swift, “The Lady’s Dressing Room”

Diana’s china, by law or with flaw

Pope, “The Rape of the Lock”

thoughtless youth, Abundant recompense

Wordsworth, “Tintern Abbey”

Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud!

Coleridge, “Dejection: An Ode”

mind-forg’d manacles

Blake, “London”

And keep good humor still whate’er we lose

Pope, “The Rape of the Lock”

What manner of man art thou?

Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”

It is no tale; but should you think…

Wordsworth, “Simon Lee”

We see into the life of things

Wordsworth, “Tintern Abbey”

thou art sick

Blake, “The Sick Rose”

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate

Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”

My mask! My mask! I would not be seen here for the world

Wycherley, “The Country Wife”

O for a fraught of vintage!

Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale”

The lamp must be replenished

Byron, “Manfred”

The world’s no blot for us, / Nor blank…to find its meaning is my meat and drink

Robert Browning, “Fra Lippo Lippi”

Dark house, by which once more I stand

Tennyson, “In Memoriam”

And then he thinks he knows

Arnold, “The Buried Life”

Brute beauty and valour and act…”

Hopkins, “The Windhover”