WORKSHEET #3
NAME: Gr.12 – Humanities and Social Sciences
Directions: Identify the imagery used in each of the following lines of poetry. Choose the
letter of your answer from the choices inside the box.
A. VISUAL
B. TACTILE
C. AUDITORY
D. OLFACTORY
E. GUSTATORY
F. KINESTHESIA
________1. Cool is the night. There is a tender breeze
(“Sonnet to a Gardener” by Trinidad Tarrosa-Subido)
________2. My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;
(“A Birthday” by Christina Georgina Rossetti)
________3. She walks in beauty like the night
(“She Walks in Beauty” by George Gordon, Lord Byron)
________4. And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! For the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
(“The Solitary Reaper” by William Wordsworth)
________5. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses
(“Virtue” by George Herbert)
________6. What would you like for supper,
Some steak, with chips and peas,
(“Food of Love” by Ernestine Northover)
________7. The light crisp delicate and thin
Sugar cookie with three chocolate
Chips embedded in it.
(“Had It Been Cake-like” by Delilah Contrapunstal)
________8. Sometimes too hot the
Eye of heaven shines
(“Sonnet 18” by William Shakespeare)
________9. Hear the large alarum bells ---
Brazen bells!
(“The Bells” by Edgar Allan Poe)
________10. With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
(“Footsteps of Angels” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Activity 2.2 SYNESTHESIA
Directions: Check the synthesized imagery present in each of the stanzas of “Break, Break,
Break” by Lord Alfred Tennyson.
SYNESTHESIA
Visual
Poetic Stanza OlfactoryTactile
Auditory
Gustatory
Kinesthesia
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
AAnd I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.