Semester II Syllabus

 Course Code Title of the Course  13722 

Part  II English -II     

Learning objective:   1. To make the students master the different topics prescribed in the Poetry and Language use  Sections.  

Outcome:   1. The students mastered the different topics prescribed in the Poetry and Language use Sections.  

Poetry 

Unit – I Sonnet    - William Shakespeare  

Unit – II Lines Composed upon Westminster Bridge -William Wordsworth  

Unit – III Grecian Urn   - John Keats (1795-1827)  

Unit – IV Andrea Del Sarto   - Robert Browning (1812-1889)  

Unit – V The Road Not Taken   - Robert Frost (1874-1963)  

Unit – VI Strange Meeting   - Wilfred Owen (1813-1918)  

Unit – VII Gitanjali    - Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1946)  

Unit – VIII The Coromandel Fishers  - Sarojini Naidu  

Unit – IX The Express    - Stephen Spender  

Unit – X Shakespeare :   - The Merchant of Venice   Language Use:  

Unit – XI Essay writing  

Unit – XII Note Making  

Unit – XIII Report writing  

Unit – XIV Comprehension  

References: 

1. The Golden Quill, P.K. Seshadri, Macmillan. 

 2.  The Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare. (Any overseas edition).  3. Active  English Grammar, Ed. by the Board of Editors, Macmillan.         4.  Modern English – A Book of Grammar Usage and Composition by   N.Krishnaswamy, Macmillan Publishers. 

 Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
       Of deities or mortals, or of both,
               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
 

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
 

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
         For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
         For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
                For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
         That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
 

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
         To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
                Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
 

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
         Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
         When old age shall this generation waste,
                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
         "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
                Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." 

The  Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
 

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.