1. Identify and explain the importance of the term in the context of the work and / or
· The pleiad
· lyric poetry
· the substantive marrow
2. Explain the following terms, while showing what makes them different
4. Comment on the meaning of this passage
He offered his right glove to God,
Saint Gabriel took it with his hand.
On his arm he held his head bowed;
with folded hands, it has come to an end.
God sent his angel Cherub
and Saint Michael from Peril;
and with them came Saint Gabriel.
6. What values does courtly literature embody? Explain.
7. Explain the following passage. Comment on the choice of words.
“Beautiful, if you would like
to love me
and if I could have that joy,
I would do whatever I could
to obey you,
wisdom or foolishness.” ”
9. Comment on the following passage
It is a thing well worthy of memory
That God by a tender virgin
Air precisely wanted (it is a true thing)
On France so great grace to extend.
10. What was the subject of La Querelle de la Rose ? Explain.
11. Comment on the following passage
I will be under the earth and, ghost without bones,
By the blue shadows I will take my rest;
You will be a crouching old woman at home,
12. Comment on the following passage
So Love unsteadily leads me;
And when I think I have more pain,
Without thinking about it I find myself out of pain.
13. Comment on the following passage
France, France, answer my sad quarrel:
But no one, except Echo, answers my voice.
Between the cruel wolves I wander among the plain
14. Comment on the meaning of this passage
… the greatest foolishness in the world was to govern oneself by the sound of a bell and not
according to the rules of common sense and intelligence.
15. What is the role of experience in Rabelais’ pedagogy? What is the aim of education for
16. Comment on ONE poem: (CHOOSE ONLY ONE POEM;
Take this lovable rose like you
Who serves as a rose to the most beautiful roses,
Who serves as a flower to the newest flowers,
Who serves as a muse to the Muses and to me.
Take this rose, and together receive
Within your bosom my heart which has no wings;
He saw, wounded by a hundred cruel wounds,
Persistent in keeping too much of his faith.
The rose and I differ from one thing:
A sun sees the rose being born and dying, A
thousand suns have seen the birth of my love,
That never happens and never rests.
How would God that my love blossoms
As a flower had lasted only a day! -Ronsard
Alas, where is this contempt for Fortune now?
Where is this heart that conquers all adversity,
This honest desire for immortality,
And this honest flame to the uncommon people?
Where are these sweet pleasures that in the evening under the dark night
The Muses gave me, while in freedom
Above the green carpet of a distant shore
I led them to dance in the rays of the moon?
Now Fortune is mistress of me,
And my heart, which sought to be master of itself,
Is the serf of a thousand evils and regrets which bore me.
I have no more concern for posterity,
This divine ardor, I no longer have it too,
And the Muses of me, as strange, flee.