Разработка по произведению E. Poe “Morella” для использования на занятиях по английскому языку в целях обучения поисковому чтению в старших классах
методическая разработка по английскому языку (11 класс) на тему

Учитель ин. языков.

Е. Н. Коноваленко

МБОУ СОШ №1 им. Колесника А. С.,

ст. Отрадная, Отрадненский р-он

Текстовая разработка по произведению E. Poe “Morella”, готовая для использования на занятиях по английскому языку в целях обучения поисковому чтению

в старших классах

Morella

by Edgar Allan Poe

 Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story, and is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

Pre-Reading Tasks

1. Discuss the following questions with your group-mates:

1) Do you believe that a human soul is alive after the human death?

2) What do you think, what is the nature of human identity?

3) Do you believe that if identity survived death it could exist outside the human body and return to new bodies?

2. Phonetic demons:

1) Look the following words up in the dictionary. Write down their transcription and translation. Make up sentences using them.

2) Find in the text the words according to their transcription. Write them down into the table, translate the words. Make up sentences using them.

3. Study the Cultural Notes:

Johann Gottlieb Fichte (May 19, 1762 – January 27, 1814) was a German philosopher. He was one of the founding figures of the philosophical movement known as German idealism.

Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph Schelling (27 January 1775 – 20 August 1854), later von Schelling, was a German philosopher. Standard histories of philosophy make him the midpoint in the development of German idealism.

John Locke (29 August 1632 – 28 October 1704) was an English philosopher and physician regarded as one of the most influential of Enlightenment thinkers and known as the "Father of Classical Liberalism".

Reading Tasks

1. Read the story “Morella” and try to find the elements of mysticism.

Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and single.

Plato, Symposium

With a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never before known; but the fires were not of Eros, and bitter and tormenting to my spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning or regulate their vague intensity. Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the altar, and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however, shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

Morella's erudition was profound. As I hope to live, her talents were of no common order - her powers of mind were gigantic. I felt this, and, in many matters, became her pupil. I soon, however, found that, perhaps on account of her Presburg education, she placed before me a number of those mystical writings which are usually considered the mere dross of the early German literature. These, for what reason I could not imagine, were her favourite and constant study - and that in process of time they became my own, should be attributed to the simple but effectual influence of habit and example.

In all this, if I err not, my reason had little to do. My convictions, or I forget myself, were in no manner acted upon by the ideal, nor was any tincture of the mysticism which I read to be discovered, unless I am greatly mistaken, either in my deeds or in my thoughts. Persuaded of this, I abandoned myself implicitly to the guidance of my wife, and entered with an unflinching heart into the intricacies of her studies. And then - then, when poring over forbidden pages, I felt a forbidden spirit enkindling within me - would Morella place her cold hand upon my own, and rake up from the ashes of a dead philosophy some low, singular words, whose strange meaning burned themselves in upon my memory. And then, hour after hour, would I linger by her side, and dwell upon the music of her voice, until at length its melody was tainted with terror, and there fell a shadow upon my soul, and I grew pale, and shuddered inwardly at those too unearthly tones. And thus, joy suddenly faded into horror, and the most beautiful became the most hideous, as Hinnon became Ge-Henna.

It is unnecessary to state the exact character of those disquisitions which, growing out of the volumes I have mentioned, formed, for so long a time, almost the sole conversation of Morella and myself. By the learned in what might be termed theological morality they will be readily conceived, and by the unlearned they would, at all events, be little understood. The wild Pantheism of Fichte; the modified Paliggenedia of the Pythagoreans; and, above all, the doctrines of Identity as urged by Schelling, were generally the points of discussion presenting the most of beauty to the imaginative Morella. That identity which is termed personal, Mr. Locke, I think, truly defines to consist in the saneness of rational being. And since by person we understand an intelligent essence having reason, and since there is a consciousness which always accompanies thinking, it is this which makes us all to be that which we call ourselves, thereby distinguishing us from other beings that think, and giving us our personal identity. But the principium indivduationis, the notion of that identity which at death is or is not lost for ever, was to me, at all times, a consideration of intense interest; not more from the perplexing and exciting nature of its consequences, than from the marked and agitated manner in which Morella mentioned them.

But, indeed, the time had now arrived when the mystery of my wife's manner oppressed me as a spell. I could no longer bear the touch of her wan fingers, nor the low tone of her musical language, nor the lustre of her melancholy eyes. And she knew all this, but did not upbraid; she seemed conscious of my weakness or my folly, and, smiling, called it fate. She seemed also conscious of a cause, to me unknown, for the gradual alienation of my regard; but she gave me no hint or token of its nature. Yet was she woman, and pined away daily. In time the crimson spot settled steadily upon the cheek, and the blue veins upon the pale forehead became prominent; and one instant my nature melted into pity, but in, next I met the glance of her meaning eyes, and then my soul sickened and became giddy with the giddiness of one who gazes downward into some dreary and unfathomable abyss.

Shall I then say that I longed with an earnest and consuming desire for the moment of Morella's decease? I did; but the fragile spirit clung to its tenement of clay for many days, for many weeks and irksome months, until my tortured nerves obtained the mastery over my mind, and I grew furious through delay, and, with the heart of a fiend, cursed the days and the hours and the bitter moments, which seemed to lengthen and lengthen as her gentle life declined, like shadows in the dying of the day.

But one autumnal evening, when the winds lay still in heaven, Morella called me to her bedside. There was a dim mist over all the earth, and a warm glow upon the waters, and amid the rich October leaves of the forest, a rainbow from the firmament had surely fallen.

"It is a day of days," she said, as I approached; "a day of all days either to live or die. It is a fair day for the sons of earth and life - ah, more fair for the daughters of heaven and death!"

I kissed her forehead, and she continued:

"I am dying, yet shall I live."

"Morella!"

"The days have never been when thou couldst love me - but her whom in life thou didst abhor, in death thou shalt adore."

"Morella!"

"I repeat I am dying. But within me is a pledge of that affection - ah, how little! - which thou didst feel for me, Morella. And when my spirit departs shall the child live - thy child and mine, Morella's. But thy days shall be days of sorrow - that sorrow which is the most lasting of impressions, as the cypress is the most enduring of trees. For the hours of thy happiness are over and joy is not gathered twice in a life, as the roses of Paestum twice in a year. Thou shalt no longer, then, play the Teian with time, but, being ignorant of the myrtle and the vine, thou shalt bear about with thee thy shroud on the earth, as do the Moslemin at Mecca."

"Morella!" I cried, "Morella! how knowest thou this?" but she turned away her face upon the pillow and a slight tremor coming over her limbs, she thus died, and I heard her voice no more.

Yet, as she had foretold, her child, to which in dying she had given birth, which breathed not until the mother breathed no more, her child, a daughter, lived. And she grew strangely in stature and intellect, and was the perfect resemblance of her who had departed, and I loved her with a love more fervent than I had believed it possible to feel for any denizen of earth.

But, ere long the heaven of this pure affection became darkened, and gloom, and horror, and grief swept over it in clouds. I said the child grew strangely in stature and intelligence. Strange, indeed, was her rapid increase in bodily size, but terrible, oh! terrible were the tumultuous thoughts which crowded upon me while watching the development of her mental being. Could it be otherwise, when I daily discovered in the conceptions of the child the adult powers and faculties of the woman? when the lessons of experience fell from the lips of infancy? and when the wisdom or the passions of maturity I found hourly gleaming from its full and speculative eye? When, I say, all this beeame evident to my appalled senses, when I could no longer hide it from my soul, nor throw it off from those perceptions which trembled to receive it, is it to be wondered at that suspicions, of a nature fearful and exciting, crept in upon my spirit, or that my thoughts fell back aghast upon the wild tales and thrilling theories of the entombed Morella? I snatched from the scrutiny of the world a being whom destiny compelled me to adore, and in the rigorous seclusion of my home, watched with an agonizing anxiety over all which concerned the beloved.

And as years rolled away, and I gazed day after day upon her holy, and mild, and eloquent face, and poured over her maturing form, day after day did I discover new points of resemblance in the child to her mother, the melancholy and the dead. And hourly grew darker these shadows of similitude, and more full, and more definite, and more perplexing, and more hideously terrible in their aspect. For that her smile was like her mother's I could bear; but then I shuddered at its too perfect identity, that her eyes were like Morella's I could endure; but then they, too, often looked down into the depths of my soul with Morella's own intense and bewildering meaning. And in the contour of the high forehead, and in the ringlets of the silken hair, and in the wan fingers which buried themselves therein, and in the sad musical tones of her speech, and above all - oh, above all, in the phrases and expressions of the dead on the lips of the loved and the living, I found food for consuming thought and horror, for a worm that would not die.

Thus passed away two lustra of her life, and as yet my daughter remained nameless upon the earth. "My child," and "my love," were the designations usually prompted by a father's affection, and the rigid seclusion of her days precluded all other intercourse. Morella's name died with her at her death. Of the mother I had never spoken to the daughter, it was impossible to speak. Indeed, during the brief period of her existence, the latter had received no impressions from the outward world, save such as might have been afforded by the narrow limits of her privacy. But at length the ceremony of baptism presented to my mind, in its unnerved and agitated condition, a present deliverance from the terrors of my destiny. And at the baptismal font I hesitated for a name. And many titles of the wise and beautiful, of old and modern times, of my own and foreign lands, came thronging to my lips, with many, many fair titles of the gentle, and the happy, and the good. What prompted me then to disturb the memory of the buried dead? What demon urged me to breathe that sound, which in its very recollection was wont to make ebb the purple blood in torrents from the temples to the heart? What fiend spoke from the recesses of my soul, when amid those dim aisles, and in the silence of the night, I whispered within the ears of the holy man the syllables - Morella? What more than fiend convulsed the features of my child, and overspread them with hues of death, as starting at that scarcely audible sound, she turned her glassy eyes from the earth to heaven, and falling prostrate on the black slabs of our ancestral vault, responded - "I am here!"

Distinct, coldly, calmly distinct, fell those few simple sounds within my ear, and thence like molten lead rolled hissingly into my brain. Years - years may pass away, but the memory of that epoch never. Nor was I indeed ignorant of the flowers and the vine - but the hemlock and the cypress overshadowed me night and day. And I kept no reckoning of time or place, and the stars of my fate faded from heaven, and therefore the earth grew dark, and its figures passed by me like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only - Morella. The winds of the firmament breathed but one sound within my ears, and the ripples upon the sea murmured evermore -Morella. But she died; and with my own hands I bore her to the tomb; and I laughed with a long and bitter laugh as I found no traces of the first in the channel where I laid the second. - Morella.

2. Write out and memorize the following words and word combinations from the text. Give their Russian equivalents. Be ready to reproduce the situations with them from text:

3. Read the following extract with the proper intonation: “And as years rolled away, and I gazed day after day…” up to “… for a worm that would not die”.

4. Translate the following extract in writing: “But, indeed, the time had now arrived…” up to “who gazes downward into some dreary and unfathomable abyss”.

Comprehension

1. Complete the following sentences:

1) With a feeling of deep yet most singular affection…

2) Morella placed her cold hand upon my own, and raked up from the ashes of a dead philosophy some low, singular words…

3) But, indeed, the time had now arrived when the mystery of my wife's manner…

4) But one autumnal evening, …, Morella called me to her bedside.

5) But thy days shall be days of sorrow which…

6) I loved her with a love more fervent than…

7) Thus passed away two lustra of her life, and as yet…

8) What prompted me then…?

9) What demon urged me to breathe that sound, which…?

2. Who or what is described by the following words? Add more supporting or attendant information:

1) had profound erudition

2) oppressed as a spell

3) became giddy

4) irksome

5) tumultuous

6) holy, mild and eloquent

7) had wan fingers

3. Go through the story carefully and explain or comment on the following sentences:

1) Мy soul from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never before known; but the fires were not of Eros, and bitter and tormenting to my spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning or regulate their vague intensity.

2) It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.

3) It is unnecessary to state the exact character of those disquisitions which, growing out of the volumes I have mentioned.

4) And since by person we understand an intelligent essence having reason, and since there is a consciousness which always accompanies thinking, it is this which makes us all to be that which we call ourselves, thereby distinguishing us from other beings that think, and giving us our personal identity.

5) Shall I then say that I longed with an earnest and consuming desire for the moment of Morella's decease? I did.

6) "The days have never been when thou couldst love me - but her whom in life thou didst abhor, in death thou shalt adore."

4. Answer the questions:

1) Did the narrator love Morella?

2) Why was the narrator happy with Morella?

3) What kind or the literature and philosophy was Morella interested in?

4) What did the narrator and Morella usually talk about?

5) Why could the narrator no longer bear his wife?

6) What did Morella warn her husband before to death about?

7) Was Morella’s daughter an ordinary child? What was unusual in her?

8) What happened after the narrator had named his daughter Morella?

Language Practice

1. Fill in prepositions and adverbs where necessary:

1) … a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident … her society many years ago, my soul … our first meeting, burned … fires it had never before known; but the fires were not … Eros, and bitter and tormenting … my spirit was the gradual conviction that I could … no manner define … their unusual meaning or regulate … their vague intensity.

2) But one autumnal evening, when the winds lay still … heaven, Morella called … me … her bedside. There was a dim … mist … all the earth, and a warm glow … the waters, and amid … the rich October leaves of the forest, a rainbow … the firmament had surely fallen.

3) I kept no reckoning … time or place, and the stars of my fate faded … heaven, and therefore the earth grew dark, and its figures passed … me like flitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only – Morella. The winds of the firmament breathed … but one sound within my ears, and the ripples … the sea murmured evermore – Morella. But she died; and … my own hands I bore her  … the tomb; and I laughed … a long and bitter laugh as I found no traces of the first … the channel where I laid the second.

2. Match the words in both columns to make up best word combinations. Recall the situations with these word combinations from the text.

3. Find in the text the words and word combinations denoting:

1) adj. taking place or progressing slowly or by degrees;

2) n. a table or flat-topped block used as the focus for a religious ritual, especially for making sacrifices or offerings to a deity;

3) v. to be wrong about;

4) n. something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain;

5) adj. irritating, annoying;

6) n. the non-physical part of a person which is the seat of emotions and character, the soul;

7) n. the events that will necessarily happen to a particular person or thing in the future.

4. Discriminate the synonyms. What is the synonymic dominant in each group? Supply both definitions and sentential examples:

A) to want – to wish – to desire – to long;

B) soul – spirit – identity;

C) happiness – joy – pleasure.

5. Fill in a suitable synonym:

A. 1) They … for peace but are driven to war. 2) Blucher … to hang or shoot Napoleon as an outlaw. 3) He never achieved the status he so … . 4) If you … to go away for the weekend, our office will be delighted to make hotel reservations. 5) I … them to be kept busy at all times. 6) A philosopher once said "Be careful what you … for; you might get it". 7) They … us to finish the job in two weeks. 8) I … you both a very good journey. 9) She … to remain neutral in the dispute. 10) After she left me I was … for a change in my life.

B. 1) In the depths of her …, she knew he would betray her. 2) I think my job gives me a sense of … . 3) The players have a very strong team …. 4) I wonder how he keeps body and … together. 5) My … sank when I saw the mess they'd left. 6) The man's … was being kept secret while he was helping police with enquiries. 7) The negative reply dashed his … . 8) It was as if those grey eyes could see into the very depths of her … .

C. 1) Juliet's eyes shone with … . 2) I shall take great … in telling everyone the truth. 3) They were filled with … when their first child was born. 4) I didn't exactly jump for … when I heard the news. 5) His visits gave his grandparents such … . 6) It was only later in life that she found … and peace of mind. 7) The garden has given … to many people. 8) She wept for … when she was told that her husband was still alive. 9) Why do so many boys take … in torturing insects and small animals? 10) We want our children to have the best possible chance of … .

6. Find in the text and write out the sentences, containing synonyms from Ex.4: to desire, to long, soul (6), spirit (5), identity (5), happiness (3), joy (2). Comment on the author’s choice of the synonyms.

7. Translate into English:

1) Мэри всегда привлекал мистицизм. Она ночи напролет предавалась чтению запретных страниц древних мистических книг. Длинными, скучными зимними вечерами она любила проводить спиритические сеансы, пытаясь наладить общение с потусторонним миром. Но ее семье не нравилось, что девушка проявляет такой живой интерес к мистике. Ее родных бросало в дрожь от разговоров на эту тему.

2) Ее душа пылала пламенем всякий раз, когда она думала о своем ребенке, который был залогом ее любви к ее покойному мужу. Но беспокойные мысли охватывали ее, как только она вспоминала об абсолютном сходстве сына с отцом. Это мистическое сходство пугало ее.

Interpretation Practice

1. Say a few words about the author of the story. Do you think it is necessary to know something of the author to understand his works better?

2. What can you say about the title of the story? Is it simple or complex? What does the title represent? Does it contain the key-word of the story?

3. Is the story mystical? What makes it mystical?

4. What words are repeated many times throughout the story? What question does the author try to answer in this story?

5. What is a mood of the story? Why?

6. Give the character-sketches of the narrator and Morella.

7. Make up the summary of the story.

8. See the film based on the plot of “Morella”. How do you find this interpretation of the story? What are the differences between the film and the story of E. Poe?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LguIwF48VGc

Keys:

Pre-Reading Tasks:

Ex. 3, (2):

Conviction, erudition, guidance, tumultuous, privacy, firmament.

Comprehension:

Ex. 2:

1. Morella
2. Morella’s manner
3. The narrator’s soul
4. Months
5. Thoughts
6. Morella’s face
7. Morella’s daughter

Language Practice:

Ex. 2:

1. Profound erudition
2. Common order
3. Personal identity
4. Unfathomable abyss
5. Fragile spirit
6. Dim mist
7. Speculative eye
8. Eloquent face
9. Ancestral vault
10. Flitting shadows

Ex. 3:

2) Altar

3) To mistake

4) Mystery

6) Spirit

7) Destiny

Ex. 5:

(A)

1) long for

2) wanted

3) desired

4) wish

5) want

6) wish

7) want

8) wish

9) desires

10) longing

(B)

1) soul

2) spirit

3) spirit

4) soul

5) soul

6) identity

7) spirits

8) soul

(C)

1) happiness

2) pleasure

3) happiness

4) joy

5) pleasure

6) happiness

7) pleasure

8) joy

9) pleasure

10) happiness