Write a comparative essay of at least 750 words that analyzes the poetry of the neoclassicism period or the romantic period. use at least two poems from provided list to provide detailed examples of the literary period(s). be sure to use the chart you completed as a basis for your essay. include textual evidence, and add important points you gleaned from your small group discussions. finally, your essay should follow mla guidelines for in-text citations and a works cited page. click here to view the mla style guide.

poems:
“ask not the cause why sullen spring”
ask not the cause why sullen spring so long delays her flow'rs to bear; why warbling birds forget to sing, and winter storms invert the year? chloris is gone; and fate provides to make it spring where she resides.
chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
she cast not back a pitying eye:
but left her lover in despair,
to sigh, to languish, and to die:
ah, how can those fair eyes endure to give the wounds they will not cure!
great god of love, why hast thou made
a face that can all hearts command,
that all religions can invade,
and change the laws of ev'ry land?
where thou hadst plac'd such pow'r before, thou shouldst have made her mercy more.
when chloris to the temple comes, adoring crowds before her fall;
she can restore the dead from tombs, and ev'ry life but mine recall.
i only am by love design'd
to be the victim for mankind.

“to autumn”
o autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
with the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
and tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
and all the daughters of the year shall dance! sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. `the narrow bud opens her beauties to
the sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; blossoms hang round the brows of morning, and flourish down the bright cheek of modest eve, till clust'ring summer breaks forth into singing,
and feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.
`the spirits of the air live on the smells
of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round the gardens, or sits singing in the trees.’
thus sang the jolly autumn as he sat;
then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

“a red, red rose”
o my luve's like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in june:
o my luve's like the melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune.
as fair art thou, my bonie lass, so deep in luve am i;
and i will luve thee still, my dear, till a' the seas gang dry.
till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi' the sun; and i will luve thee still, my dear, while the sands o' life shall run.
and fare-thee-weel, my only luve! and fare-thee-weel, a while!
and i will come again, my luve, tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

“the true born englishman” (excerpt)
thus from a mixture of all kinds began,
that het'rogeneous thing, an englishman:
in eager rapes, and furious lust begot,
betwixt a painted britain and a scot.
whose gend'ring off-spring quickly learn'd to bow,
and yoke their heifers to the roman plough:
from whence a mongrel half-bred race there came, with neither name, nor nation, speech nor fame. in whose hot veins new mixtures quickly ran, infus'd betwixt a saxon and a dane.
while their rank daughters, to their parents just, receiv'd all nations with promiscuous lust.
this nauseous brood directly did contain
the well-extracted blood of englishmen.
which medly canton'd in a heptarchy,
a rhapsody of nations to supply,
among themselves maintain'd eternal wars, and still the ladies lov'd the conquerors.
the western angles all the rest subdu'd;
a bloody nation, barbarous and rude:
who by the tenure of the sword possest
one part of britain, and subdu'd the rest
and as great things denominate the small, the conqu'ring part gave title to the whole. the scot, pict, britain, roman, dane, submit, and with the english-saxon all unite:
and these the mixture have so close pursu'd, very name and memory's subdu'd:
no roman now, no britain does remain; wales strove to separate, but strove in vain: the silent nations undistinguish'd fall,
and englishman's the common name for all.
fate jumbled them together, god knows how; what e'er they were they're true-born english now.