Section B: Poetry You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section. Answer question. one AQA Anthology: Poems Past and Present Power and Conflict The poems you have studied are: Percy Bysshe Shelley Ozymandias William Blake London William Wordsworth The Prelude: stealing the boat Robert Browning My Last Duchess Alfred Lord Tennyson The Charge of the Light Brigade Wilfred Owen Exposure Seamus Heaney Storm on the Island Ted Hughes Bayonet Charge Simon Armitage Remains Jane Weir Poppies Carol Ann Duffy War Photographer Imtiaz Dharker Tissue Carol Rumens The émigree Beatrice Garland Kamikaze John Agard Checking Out Me History Compare the ways poets present ideas about pride in and in one other ‘Ozmandias’ poem from and ‘Power Conflict’ [30 marks] Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read on these lifeless things, Which yet survive, stamp’d The hand that them and the heart that fed; mock’d And on the pedestal these words appear: is Ozymandias, king of kings: ‘My name
Section B: Poetry You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on this section. Answer one question. AQA Anthology: Poems Past and Present Power and Conflict The poems you have studied are: Percy Bysshe Shelley Ozymandias William Blake London William Wordsworth The Prelude: stealing the boat Robert Browning My Last Duchess Alfred Lord Tennyson The Charge of the Light Brigade Wilfred Owen Exposure Seamus Heaney Storm on the Island Ted Hughes Bayonet Charge Simon Armitage Remains Jane Weir Poppies Carol Ann Duffy War Photographer Imtiaz Dharker Tissue Carol Rumens The émigree Beatrice Garland Kamikaze John Agard Checking Out Me History Compare the ways poets present ideas about pride in ‘Ozmandias’ and in one other poem from ‘Power and Conflict’ [30 marks] Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things, The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: