Revision for English Lit Y10 Mock
Letters from Yorkshire
‘it’s you // who sends me word of that other world // pouring air and light into an envelope’
‘Is your life more real because you dig and sow?’
‘our souls tap out messages across the icy miles’
‘his knuckles singing… as they reddened in the warmth’
‘me with my heartful of headlines // feeding words onto a blank screen’
‘he saw the first lapwings return’
Singh Song!
‘ven nobody in, I do di lock - // cos up di stairs is me newly bride’
‘my bride // she effing at my mum’
‘tiny eyes of a gun // and di tummy ov a teddy’
‘From di stool each night I say, // Is priceless baby -’
‘di worst Indian shop // on di whole Indian road -’
Neutral Tones
‘We stood by a pond that winter day’
‘The sun was white, as though chidden by God’
‘tedious riddles of years ago’
‘the smile on your mouth was the deadest thing’
‘keen lessons that love deceives’
‘they had fallen from an ash and were grey’
When We Two Parted
‘silence and tears’
‘Pale grew thy cheek and cold, // colder thy kiss;’
‘Thy vows are all broken,’
‘A knell in mine ear’
‘Why wert thou so dear?’
‘thy heart could forget, // thy spirit deceive.’
Winter Swans
‘waterlogged earth // gulping for breath’
‘we skirted the lake, silent and apart’
‘like boats righting in rough weather’
‘porcelain over the stilling water’
‘slow-stepping in the lake’s shingle and sand’
‘swum the distance between us’
‘like a pair of wings settling after flight’
Love’s Philosophy
‘The fountains mingle with the river// And the rivers with the Ocean’
‘winds of heaven mix for ever’
‘a law divine’
‘mix’
‘clasps’
‘kiss’
‘what are all these kissings worth, // If thou kiss not me?’
Sonnet 29
‘I think of thee! - my thoughts do twine and bud’
‘as wild vine, about a tree’
‘Renew thy presence’
‘bare’
‘let these bands of greenery which insphere thee // Drop heavily down, - burst, shattered, everywhere!’
‘hides the wood’
Porphyria’s Lover
‘heart fit to break’
‘she shut the cold out and the storm’
‘let the damp hair fall’
‘she put my arm about her waist’
‘her yellow hair’
‘too weak… to set its struggling passion free’
‘from pride and vainer ties dissever, // And give herself to me forever’
‘Porphyria worshipped me’
‘she was mine, mine, fair, // Perfectly pure and good’
‘I am quite sure she felt no pain’
‘smiling rosy little head’
‘Her darling one wish sould be heard’
‘yet God has not said a word’
The Farmer’s Bride
‘I chose a maid’
‘t’wasn’t a woman - // more like a little frightened fay.’
‘like the shut of a winter’s day’
‘we chased her, flying like a hare’
‘we caught her, fetched her home at last // And turned the key’
‘The berries redden up to Christmas-time’
‘But what to me?’
‘Oh! My God!’
‘her eyes, her hair, her hair’