Polyphenols Methods of Extraction
Polyphenols Methods of Extraction
Polyphenols Methods of Extraction
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
We people on the pavement looked at him: And admirably schooled in every grace:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown, In fine, we thought that he was everything
Clean favored, and imperially slim. To make us wish that we were in his place.
And he was always quietly arrayed, So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And he was always human when he talked; And went without the meat, and cursed the
bread;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he Went home and put a bullet through his
walked. head.
Kinds
Narrative Poem - a form of poetry that tells a story, often making the voices of a narrator
and characters as well; the entire story is usually written in metered verse
Epic - s a long, serious, poetic narrative about a significant event, often featuring a hero.
Ballad – a short narrative poem which deals with a single incident and has a singelable
quality.
Metrical Tale – short story in verse form. It lacks the singelable quality of ballad.
Metrical Romance – love story in verse form.
Dramatic Poem -
Lyric Poem - A lyric poem is a comparatively short, non-narrative poem in which a single
speaker presents a state of mind or an emotional state
Ode - An ode is a lyric poem, usually addressing a particular person or thing
Elegy - An elegy is a poem of mourning; this is often the poet mourning one person
Simple Lyric – a poem that is
pictorial and reflective.
Song – melodious poem
intended to be sung and
readily adapted to music.
Psalm – song to praise to God
or Virgin Mary.
Sonnet – a 14 line poem.
Hymn – metrical composition
adapted for singing in religious
service.
History
Prehistoric Period – Earliest forms of literature were oral.
Greek
Period
Roman Period
I was angry with my friend; And it grew both day and night.
I told my wrath, my wrath did Till it bore an apple bright.
end. And my foe beheld it shine,
I was angry with my foe: And he knew that it was mine.
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And into my garden stole,
And I watered it in fears, When the night had veiled the
Night & morning with my tears: pole;
And I sunned it with smiles, In the morning glad I see;
And with soft deceitful wiles. My foe outstretched beneath the
. tree.
Annabel Lee
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE