Comparative Stylistic Analysis of a Poem
Comparative Stylistic Analysis of a Poem
Submitted to:
Mrs. Daisy O. Casipit
Submitted by:
Lovely Anne B. Unquida
(BSEd3-3)
October 2013
Easter Wings by George Herbert
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee Oh let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine And feel this day thy victorie: For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
The little girl of Hiroshima
By Nazim Hikmet
I come and stand at every door...
But none can hear my silent tread...
I knocked, and yet remain unseen...
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I 'm only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago.
I 'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flames
My eyes grew dim, grew dim and blind.
Death came and turn my bone to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweets or even bread.
I asked for nothing for my self
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I asked is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today.
So that the children of the world
May live and grow and laugh and play.
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY ABOUT THE AUTHORS AND THEIR PIECES
George Herbert George Herbert was born in Montgomery, Wales, on April 3, 1593, the fifth son of Richard and Magdalen Newport Herbert. After his father 's death in 1596, he and his six brothers and three sisters were raised by their mother, patron to John Donne who dedicated his Holy
Submitted to:
Mrs. Daisy O. Casipit
Submitted by:
Lovely Anne B. Unquida
(BSEd3-3)
October 2013
Easter Wings by George Herbert
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee Oh let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne : And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine And feel this day thy victorie: For, if I imp my wing on thine
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
The little girl of Hiroshima
By Nazim Hikmet
I come and stand at every door...
But none can hear my silent tread...
I knocked, and yet remain unseen...
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I 'm only seven though I died
In Hiroshima long ago.
I 'm seven now as I was then
When children die they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flames
My eyes grew dim, grew dim and blind.
Death came and turn my bone to dust
And that was scattered by the wind.
I need no fruit, I need no rice
I need no sweets or even bread.
I asked for nothing for my self
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I asked is that for peace
You fight today, you fight today.
So that the children of the world
May live and grow and laugh and play.
BRIEF BIOGRAPHY ABOUT THE AUTHORS AND THEIR PIECES
George Herbert George Herbert was born in Montgomery, Wales, on April 3, 1593, the fifth son of Richard and Magdalen Newport Herbert. After his father 's death in 1596, he and his six brothers and three sisters were raised by their mother, patron to John Donne who dedicated his Holy