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Common Core Curriculum: 12th Grade Poetry Recitation

Ohanian Comment:
This is part of a four-four-week unit in with 12th graders "will read fiction, drama, poetry, biography, and autobiography from the eighteenth and early nineteenth century, with particular attention to the relationship between man and nature."

Isn't it fascinating that with so much worry about Global Warming, the imperative from the Common Core Mapping Project, funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and designed to implement the Common Core Standards, also funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, is for students to memorize Oliver Goldsmith and William Wordsworth (not to mention read Robinson Crusoe, Gulliver's Travels, The Vicar of Wakefield, Emma, and The Sufferings of Young Werther.

Knowing this assignment is on the horizon for 12th graders will be an impetus for younger students to drop out of high school.

Oral presentation

Recite one of the poems of this unit from memory. Include an introduction that discusses how the poem relates to the natural world. (SL.11-12.6)

Poems in the Unit

  • Auguries of Innocence

    To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
    And eternity in an hour.
    A robin redbreast in a cage
    Puts all heaven in a rage.
    A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
    Shudders hell through all its regions.
    A dog starved at his master's gate
    Predicts the ruin of the state.
    A horse misused upon the road
    Calls to heaven for human blood.
    Each outcry of the hunted hare
    A fibre from the brain does tear.
    A skylark wounded in the wing,
    A cherubim does cease to sing. . . .

    "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" (selected poems) (William Blake) (EA)

  • Ode to Indolence
    One morn before me were three figures seen,
    With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
    And one behind the other stepp'd serene,
    In placid sandals, and in white robes graced:
    They pass'd, like figures on a marble urn,
    When shifted round to see the other side;
    They came again; as when the urn once more
    Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;
    And they were strange to me, as may betide
    With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore. . . .

  • Alternate: "Ode on a Grecian Urn" (excerpts) (John Keats)

  • In Memoriam A H H (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

    Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
    Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
    By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
    Believing where we cannot prove;

    Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
    Thou madest Life in man and brute;
    Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
    Is on the skull which thou hast made.

  • The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith)

    Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
    Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain,
    Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid,
    And parting Summer's lingering blooms delay'd;
    Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease,
    Seats of my youth, when every sport could please:
    How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green,
    Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
    How often have I paused on every charm,
    The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm,
    The never-failing brook, the busy mill,
    The decent church that topp'd the neighbouring hill;
    The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
    For talking age and whispering lovers made!

  • Tintern Abbey More correctly, "Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey

    Five years have past; five summers, with the length
    Of five long winters! and again I hear
    These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
    With a sweet inland murmur.*Ă¢€”Once again
    Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
    Which on a wild secluded scene impress
    Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
    The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
    The day is come when I again repose
    Here, under this dark sycamore, and view 10
    These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
    Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits,
    Among the woods and copses lose themselves,
    Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb
    The wild green landscape.

    Alternate: "London, 1802" "The World is too Much with Us" "Ode to Intimations to Immortality" (excerpts) (William Wordsworth)

  • — Bill Gates money
    Common Core Mapping Project


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