The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land's sharp features seemed to be
The Century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.
So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
29 December 1900
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coppice |
an area of woodland in which the trees or shrubs are
periodically cut back to ground level to stimulate growth and provide
firewood or timber |
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fervourless |
without intense and passionate feeling |
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illimited |
free from limitation or restraint |
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carolings |
A song of praise or joy, especially for Christmas. |
Answer the questions below. Support each answer with a short quotation from the poem.
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What do you notice about the form of the poem? [shape,
rhyme scheme, rhythm, line structure] |
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2 |
Who is speaking? |
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3 |
What is the setting? [physical surroundings, time of day,
time of year] |
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4 |
What is the poem about? [narrative, description,
reflection] |
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5 |
Identify important language features [phonetic techniques,
imagery, language features] |
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6 |
How do these techniques influence readers? |
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7 |
Comment on a theme in the poem |
