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Questiоn 2: (20 pоints) A. Tо the side of eаch pаssаge, identify each passage by title and the passage’s author. (.25 points each; 3.75 points) B. Using at least six of the texts, compose a 3-4 paragraph essay that responds to the following questions: In what specific ways do the texts establish, reinforce, or destabilize gender norms? Do you see a consistent pattern of representations of men and women in the texts? If you had choose one primary characteristic of a “man” and one of a “woman,” what would they be and why? Make sure your essay has a strong thesis and concrete, specific supporting evidence. You must identify in the essay each text you are using by author and title. Remember that plot summary is not evidence. (16.25 points) 1. Gems which you women use Are as Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views, That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem, His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them: Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made For lay-men, are all women thus arrayed. Themselves are mystic books, which only we (Whom their imputed grace will dignify) Must see revealed. Then, since that I may know, As liberally as to a midwife, show Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, There is no penance due to innocence:  To teach thee, I am naked first; why than, What need'st thou have more covering than a man?   2. A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw;    It was an Abyssinian maid,    And on her dulcimer she played,    Singing of Mount Abora.    Could I revive within me    Her symphony and song,    To such a deep delight ’twould win me,That with music loud and long,I would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fed,And drunk the milk of Paradise.   3. "Forward, the Light Brigade!"Was there a man dismay’d?Not tho’ the soldier knewSome one had blunder’d:Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,Theirs but to do and die:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.   4. The Muses, still with freedom found; Shall to thy happy coast repair: Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair.   5.     He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,  And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.  Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.                          Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.  HURRY UP PLEASE IT’S TIME  If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.  Others can pick and choose if you can’t.  But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.  You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.  (And her only thirty-one.)  I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,  It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.  (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)   6. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.   7. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.   8. Laura started from her chair, Flung her arms up in the air, Clutched her hair: “Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted For my sake the fruit forbidden? Must your light like mine be hidden, Your young life like mine be wasted, Undone in mine undoing And ruined in my ruin, Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?”-- She clung about her sister, Kissed and kissed and kissed her: Tears once again Refreshed her sunken eyes, Dropping like rain After long sultry drouth; Shaking with aguish fear, and pain, She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.   9. I also erred in overmuch admiring             What seemed in thee so perfect, that I thought             No evil durst attempt thee, but I rue             That error now, which is become my crime,             And thou th’ accuser.  Thus is shall befall             Him who to worth in women overtrusting             Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook,             And left to herself, if evil thence ensue,             She first his weak indulgence will accuse.   10. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear   11. What words have passed thy lips, Adam severe, Was I to have never parted from thy side? As good have grown there still a lifeless rib. Being as I am, why didst not thou the head Command me absolutely not to go, Going into such danger as thou saidst? Too facile then thou didst not much gainsay, Nay didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss. Hadst thou been firm and fixed in thy dissent, Neither had I transgressed, nor thou with me.   12. Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fledThat all her vanities at once are dead;Succeeding vanities she still regards,And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.Her joy in gilded Chariots, when alive,And love of Ombre, after death survive.For when the Fair in all their pride expire,To their first Elements their Souls retire:The Sprites of fiery Termagants in FlameMount up, and take a Salamander's name.Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,And sport and flutter in the fields of Air.   13. 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 fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owest;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest:So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this and this gives life to thee.   14. Sir, ‘t was not Her husband’s presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say, ‘Her mantle laps Over my lady’s wrist too much,' or ‘Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff  Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough  For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart -- how shall I say? -- too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, ‘t was all one!   15. A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedBy the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers pushThe feathered glory from her loosening thighs?And how can body, laid in that white rush,But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon dead.                    Being so caught up,So mastered by the brute blood of the air,Did she put on his knowledge with his powerBefore the indifferent beak could let her drop?