Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Second year 1st semi Notes : The Fisherman Mourned by his Wife.
Patrick Fernando’s The Fisherman Mourned by his Wife
is an elegy;
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Notes: Daffodils by Wordsworth
In preface to the Lyrical Ballads Wordsworth says
that “a poet is a man speaking to men in the language of men”.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Note for all the classes
Students are welcome to write your views on the texts you have completed in class.
Second Years( 1st semi) on 16.02.2013 do bring the following texts .
1. What is colonization?
2. What is post colonialism ?
3. What are the features of post colonialism ?
Do Bring the following poems for discussion .
1. Fisherman Mourned by his Wife by Patrick Fernando.
2. Far Cry from Africa by Derek Walcott.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Note for Third Years. Do bring the following texts on 16.02.2013
Do study the poem Road not Taken by Robert Frost .
Note to First Years for the class on 17.02.2013
Do read the poem Musical by Kamala Wijeratne , and the short story Missilin by Chitra Fernando.Don't forget to brink the texts to class.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
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Note for First Years: We will be studying the following poems on 10.02.2013
To Daffodils by Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
First Year 1st semi Texts
Under the greenwood tree
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
Rose-Cheeked Laura by Thomas Campion
Rose-cheek'd Laura, come,
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.
Lovely forms do flow
From concent divinely framed;
Heav'n is music, and thy beauty's
Birth is heavenly.
These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord,
But still moves delight,
Like clear springs renew'd by flowing,
Ever perfect, ever in them-
Selves eternal.
To Daffodils by Robert Herrick
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.
My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Musical by Kamala Wijeratne
Singing they went
Those troops of youth
Looking so smart
In their green-brown uniforms ;
Happy they were
As they drummed with their hands
And sang their songs
And beat their boots in rhythm
The truck trundled to the north
Was it their youth
That brought the mist to my eyes?
Was it the unbroken melody
That left me uneasy
I could not wipe off a picture
That sprang before me and spread
As the long convoy passed
And the music in it faded
A long line of caged parrots
I saw one day in a pet shop;
The green was fading from their feather
I knew their days were numbered
I wanted to buy them all
And let them fly
Back to the greenwood to sing all day
The trucks trundled to the north
I pressed my eyelids
Down over the smarting eyes .
The Gods protect you
I thought
and also, those you meet
Smart they looked
Those troops of youths
In their green-brown uniforms.
Happy they seemed
As they drummed their hands
And sang their songs
Their voices drowned the noises
In the street.
The trucks trundled to the north.
Night Rain - J. P Clark- Bekederemo
What time of night it is
I do not know
Except that like some fish
Doped out of the deep
I have bobbed up bellywise
From stream of sleep
And no cocks crow.
It is drumming hard here
And I suppose everywhere
Droning with insistent ardour upon
Our roof thatch and shed
And thro' sheaves slit open
To lightning and rafters
I cannot quite make out overhead
Great water drops are dribbling
Falling like orange or mango
Fruits showered forth in the wind
Or perhaps I should say so
Much like beads I could in prayer tell
Them on string as they break
In wooden bowls and earthenware
Mother is busy now deploying
About our roomlet and floor.
Although it is so dark
I know her practiced step as
She moves her bins, bags and vats
Out of the run of water
That like ants gain possession
Of the floor. Do not tremble then
But turns, brothers, turn upon your side
Of the loosening mats
To where the others lie.
We have drunk tonight of a spell
Deeper than the owl's or hat's
That wet of wings may not fly
Bedraggled up on the iroko, they stand
Emptied of hearts, and
Therefore will not stir, no, not
Even at dawn for then
They must scurry in to hide.
So let us roll over on our back
And again roll to the beat
Of drumming all over the land
And under its ample soothing hand
Joined to that of the sea
We will settle to sleep of the innocent and free.
The Postmaster by Rabindranath Tagore
First Year 1st semi English Literature
English
and American Poetry
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William
Shakespeare: 1564-1616 (Under the Greenwood tree (as You like It)
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Thomas
Campion: 1567- 1620, Rose–cheeked Laura
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Robert
Herrick: 1591-1674, To Daffodils
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William
Wordsworth: 1770-1850, My Heart Leaps Up, Daffodils
Sri
Lankan and Post-colonial Poetry
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Kamala
Wijeratne (Musical, Monument)
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Nissim
Ezekiel, Entertainment
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John
Pepper Clerk, Night Rain
Short Stories
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Chitra
Fernando: Missilin
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Rabindranath
Tagore: The Postmaster
Novel
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R.K.
Narayan; The Guide or
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Ediriweera
Sarathchandra: The curfew and the Full
Moon
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