Analysis is about someone who lives on


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1.       I would put this in the category sad and serious

2.        SUmmerize: Someone is alone and want someone to takes off the mask he/she is wearing. That person wears a mask because he/she wants to hide his/her sadness and fears.

Part 1


Source and author:  “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Speaker: someone who wants to know how he or she can make a difference in the world.

Audience: I think he is talking to himself and everyone who wants to listen to him.

Tone: A sound that is a little sad and desperate

Purpose: I think he wrote it because he doesn’t know how he can make a difference in this world.

Mean idea: This poem is about someone who lives on our planet and want to change it but doesn’t know how to do that.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less travelled by,And that has made all the difference.



Source and author:  “The Tiger” by William Blake (1757-1827)

Speaker: The speaker is the author himself. He want an answer on the question: ‘Is there a god?’

Audience: Someone who knows the answer on this question

Tone: He is wondering

Purpose: He wrote it to get answer on the question: “is there a god who made everything on earth?’

Mean idea: This poem is about the creation of things

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread grasp,Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spearsAnd water’d heaven with their tears:Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,In the forests of the night:What immortal hand or eye,Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?



Source and author: “On His Blindness” by John Milton (1608-1674)

Speaker: The speaker is John Milton

Audience: They audience are the people around him

Tone: sad and serious

Purpose: John Milton wants to let the people know that life is full of limitations.

Mean idea: John Milton get totally blind on an age of 42. This is his limitation in life and he want to let people think about their own limitations and shortcomings in life.

When I consider how my light is spentEre half my days in this dark world and wide,And that one talent which is death to hideLodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and presentMy true account, lest he returning chide,”Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”I fondly ask. But Patience, to preventThat murmur, soon replies: “God doth not needEither man’s work or his own gifts: who bestBear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His stateIs kingly; thousands at his bidding speedAnd post o’er land and ocean without rest:They also serve who only stand and wait.”


4:Source and author: “Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Speaker: the author himself

Audience: someone he loves

Tone: soft and happy

Purpose: He want to know that the person het talks about, is lovelier than a summer day.

Mean idea: He think that the person is lovelier than a summer day because a summer day is too hot and a summer days doesn’t last.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.



Source and author: “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats (1795-1821)

Speaker: The author

Audience: People who loves art

Tone: normal

Purpose: let people know that art is stronger than time

Mean idea: He think that art is stronger than time. He thinks that because the paintings and other artworks are still intact.

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leaveThy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shedYour leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;And, happy melodist, unwearied,For ever piping songs for ever new;More happy love! more happy, happy love!For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,For ever panting, and for ever young;All breathing human passion far above,That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?To what green altar, O mysterious priest,Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?What little town by river or sea shore,Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?And, little town, thy streets for evermoreWill silent be; and not a soul to tellWhy thou art desolate, can e’er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with bredeOf marble men and maidens overwrought,With forest branches and the trodden weed;Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!When old age shall this generation waste,Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woeThan ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,”Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.”



source and author: “Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

speaker: The author

audience: everyone

tone: it’s a story that is told

purpose: let people know how powerful time is.

mean idea: Time is destroying everything. Ramses II was a powerful and big pharaoh but even he was destroyed by the time and history.  

I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:And on the pedestal these words appear:’My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”