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Write a minimum of five paragraphs in which you compare and contrast the lyrics of and the painting of “La Belle Dame sans Merci.” We covered five literary terms in class; you must cover at least three in depth in your writing. You may use your notes for reference.
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Write a minimum of five paragraphs in which you compare and contrast the lyrics of and the painting of “La Belle Dame sans Merci.” We covered five literary terms in class; you must cover at least three in depth in your writing. You may use your notes for reference. Be sure to refer to both the poet and artist by their last names. Be as detailed as possible in your explanations; it will be useful to include quotes from the poem to support your ideas. Use transitions to connect the painting and the poem. Refer to list. Keats Comparison Essay
Write a minimum of five paragraphs in which you compare and contrast the lyrics of and the painting of “La Belle Dame sans Merci.” We covered elements of romantic literature in class; you must cover at least three in depth in your writing. You may use your notes for reference. Be as detailed as possible in your explanations; it will be useful to include quotes from the poem to support your ideas. Use transitions to connect the painting and the poem. Refer to list. Keats Comparison Essay
whereas, but, yet, on the other hand, however, nevertheless, on the other hand, on the contrary, by comparison, where, compared to, up against, balanced against, but, although, conversely, meanwhile, after all, in contrast, although this may be true rather, nor, yet, neither, though, either, as quite, as evident, as if, on the other hand, equally important, as though, still, notwithstanding, otherwise, likewise, similarly, in the manner, at the same time Transitions for Comparison and Contrast
Ah, what can ail thee, knight at arms,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing.Ah, what can ail thee, knight at arms So haggard and so woe-begoneThe squirrel's granary is full,And the harvest's done.I see a lily on thy browWith anguish moist and fever dew,And on thy cheek a fading roseFast withereth too.I met a lady in the meads,Full beautiful, a faery's child:Her hair was long, her foot was light,And her eyes were wild.I set her on my pacing steed,And nothing else saw all day long;For sideways would she lean, and singA faery's song.I made a garland for her head,And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;She looked at me as she did love,And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet,And honey wild, and manna dew,And sure in language strange she said,"I love thee true!"She took me to her elfin grot,And there she gazed and sighed deep,And there I shut her wild, sad eyes--So kissed to sleep.And there we slumbered on the moss,And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide,The latest dream I ever dreamedOn the cold hill side.I saw pale kings, and princes too,Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;Who cried--"La belle Dame sans merciHath thee in thrall!"I saw their starved lips in the gloam,With horrid warning gaped wide,And I awoke and found me here,On the cold hill side.And that is why I sojourn here,Alone and palely loitering,Though the sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing. “La Belle Dame sans Merci” by John Keats
