Imagery Powerpoint, British Literature 12th

Objective: You will present the interpretation of imagery within a poem.

Presenting Imagery Imagery is the use of vivid and descriptive language that is meant to evoke any of the five senses in the mind of the reader. This sensation can be created through sensory language, simile and metaphor, or even sound devices such as alliteration.

Begin this assignment by reading the poems “Summer Night” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson and “Meeting at Night,” by Robert Browning, paying close attention to the use of imagery. You may have to read the poems a few times to fully catch and comprehend the literary devices used.

After reading the poems, you will create a slide show presentation to analyze the imagery used in each poem. You will need to analyze the imagery in each poem separately on slides, and then compare and contrast the similarities and differences between the imagery in the poems on a final slide.

Your presentation should include the following:
a title slide.
a slide analyzing the imagery in “Summer Night” in five to ten sentences.
a slide analyzing the imagery in “Meeting at Night” in five to ten sentences.
a slide noting the similarities and differences between the imagery in the two poems.
at least two examples of multimedia (images, video, audio, etc.).
the use of proper spelling, grammar, and sentence structure.
“Summer Night”
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

“Meeting at Night”
By Robert Browning

I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
II
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro’ its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

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