Unit 4: Part 1 Vocabulary

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union

Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin’ ferlie!
Your impudence protects you sairly

The bride she is winsome and bonny,
Her hair it is snooded sae sleek,
And faithfu’ and kind is her Johnny,
Yet fast fa’ the tears on her cheek.

“Toot, toot,” quo’ her gray-headed faither,
“She’s less o’ a bride than a bairn,
She’s ta’en like a cout frae the heather,
Wi’ sense and discretion to learn...."

Half husband, I trow, and half daddy,
As humor inconstantly leans,
The chiel maun be patient and steady
That yokes wi’ a mate in her teens.

By the stream & o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands;
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

It is true that I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print; but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can scarcely accuse myself of a personal intrusion....

But it proved a wet, ungenial summer, and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house.

We will each write a ghost story,” said Lord Byron; and his proposition was acceded to.

The illustrious poets also, annoyed by the platitude of prose, speedily relinquished their uncongenial task.

I saw the hideous phantasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the working of some powerful engine, show signs of life and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion.

I certainly did not owe the suggestion of one incident, nor scarcely of one train of feeling, to my husband, and yet but for his incitement, it would never have taken the form in which it was presented to the world.