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Name: MAYBELLYN L. LOPEZ Date: December 16- 2023

Year and Course: BSED-III- ENGLISH Instructor: Cynthia Montemayor-Tadong
Quiz No. 1- FINALS
EMC- 313 SURVEY OF ENGLISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
Task 1: Watch the video on this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Q08c76z1Zc
Task 2: After watching the video, answer the quiz below:

B 1. What intellectual movement preceded Romanticism?

A. The Renaissance C. The Industrial Revolution
B. The Age of Enlightenment D. The Baroque Era
B 2. During the Enlightenment, what were the main beliefs of people involved in this movement?
A. Embracing superstition and absolute monarchies
B. Advocating for feelings over intellectual thoughts
C. Trusting in reason, science, and Classical traditions
D. Rejecting the idea of a free society
_____ 3. Which of the following best describes Romanticism's preference in the context of
environment and setting?
A. City life over rural life
B. Man-made structures over natural landscapes
C. The natural world over urban environments
D. Technological advancements over natural beauty
B 4. Who among the following was NOT a prominent figure associated with Romanticism?
A. Charlotte Brontë B. Leonardo da Vinci C. Lord Byron D. Walt Whitman
_____ 5. What artistic forms were associated with Romanticism?
A. Sculpture and pottery C. Photography and digital art
B. Opera and symphonies D. Literature and painting
_____ 6. How did Romantics view truth and emotions?
A. Truth is solely found in intellectual reasoning.
B. Emotions are irrelevant in understanding truth.
C. Truth is discovered through emotions and feelings.
D. Truth is only attained through societal rules.
C 7. What was a common sentiment among Romantics about the social structure produced by
the Enlightenment?
A. It encouraged passionate expression.
B. It created an orderly and perfect society.
C. It enforced arbitrary rules that ignored true desires.
D. It emphasized the importance of social etiquette.
B 8. What critique did Romantics have regarding the societal perspectives of poor people?
A. They believed poor people were happier due to technological advancements.
B. They thought poor people were happier because they embraced urban living.
C. They considered poor people happier due to their connection with nature and
simplicity.
D. They believed poor people were unhappy due to lack of social rules.
D 9. What blind spot did Romantics have regarding their view of the Medieval times and the
countryside?
A. They believed life in the Medieval times was worse than the Enlightenment era.
B. They thought people in the countryside lived longer, easier lives compared to the wealthy.
C. They idealized life in the Medieval times despite the difficulties faced by the poor.
D. They considered the countryside in the 1800s better than any previous era.
C 10. In what way was Romanticism seen as a rebellion?
A. Rebellion against artistic expression
B. Rebellion against technological advancement
C. Rebellion against societal rules and intellectual thinking
D. Rebellion against political ideologies
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Name:_________________________________ Date:_________________________
Year and Course:______________________ Instructor: Cynthia Montemayor-Tadong
Quiz No. 2- FINALS
EMC- 313 SURVEY OF ENGLISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
Task 1: Read the three (3) sample poems from the Romantic Period.
Task 2: Write a short analysis/ interpretation of the poem.
Ode to the West Wind
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
With living hues and odours plain and hill:
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! I were as in my boyhood, and could be

II The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's
commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and
Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread
On the blue surface of thine aëry surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge V

Of the horizon to the zenith's height,
The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy congregated might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
Quivering within the wave's intenser day,
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,
Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
BY THOMAS GRAY
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring
heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built
shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy
stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
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Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes,
Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
"Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
"One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;
"The next with dirges due in sad array
Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him
borne.
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay,
Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn."
THE EPITAPH
Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a
friend.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life (There they alike in trembling hope repose)
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. The bosom of his Father and his God.

Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect,

Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse,

The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.

For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind?

On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.

For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead

Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,

"Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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Lucena City
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Name: _________________________________ Date:_________________________

Year and Course: ______________________ Instructor: Cynthia Montemayor-Tadong
Quiz No. 2- FINALS
EMC- 313 SURVEY OF ENGLISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
Short Interpretation of the poem: Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Short Interpretation of the poem: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

Short Interpretation of poem: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray