Download 7 th Grade ADV Language Arts Final Exam Study Guide

7th Grade ADV Language Arts Final Exam Study Guide
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As we discovered in our Greek Myths and Legends Unit, Greek mythology examines
morals which belonged to the ancient Greeks concerning their gods, heroes and
mythological figures, the nature of the world, and the significance of their own
practices.
Complete a multi-paragraph essay to compare and contrast themes present in the
myths “Echo and Narcissus” and “Daphne and Apollo.” Use the information presented
in the passages to support your response. Make sure to use examples from each of the
texts.
Manage your time carefully so that you can:
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Greek Myth- Echo & Narcissus
In Greek mythology Echo was a wood nymph who loved a youth by the name of Narcissus. He
was a beautiful creature loved by many but Narcissus loved no one. He enjoyed attention, praise
and envy. In Narcissus' eyes nobody matched him and as such he considered none were worthy
of him.
Echo's passion for Narcissus was equaled only by her passion for talking as she always had to
have the last word. One day she enabled the escape of the goddess Juno's adulterous husband
by engaging Juno in conversation. On finding out Echo's treachery Juno cursed Echo by removing
her voice with the exception that she could only speak that which was spoken to her.
Echo often waited in the woods to see Narcissus hoping for a chance to be noticed. One day as
she lingered in the bushes he heard her footsteps and called out “Who's here?” Echo replied
“Here!” Narcissus called again "Come", Echo replied "Come!". Narcissus called once more “Why
do you shun me?... Let us join one another.” Echo was overjoyed that Narcissus had asked her
to join him. She longed to tell him who she was and of all the love she had for him in her heart
but she could not speak. She ran towards him and threw herself upon him.
Narcissus became angry “Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me!” and threw
Echo to the ground. Echo left the woods a ruin, her heart broken. Ashamed she ran away to live
in the mountains yearning for a love that would never be returned. The grief killed her. Her body
became one with the mountain stone. All that remained was her voice which replied in kind when
others spoke.
Narcissus continued to attract many nymphs all of whom he briefly entertained before scorning
and refusing them. The gods grew tired of his behaviour and cursed Narcissus. They wanted him
to know what it felt like to love and never be loved. They made it so there was only one whom
he would love, someone who was not real and could never love him back.
One day whilst out enjoying the sunshine Narcissus came upon a pool of water. As he gazed into
it he caught a glimpse of what he thought was a beautiful water spirit. He did not recognise his
own reflection and was immediately enamoured. Narcissus bent down his head to kiss the vision.
As he did so the reflection mimicked his actions. Taking this as a sign of reciprocation Narcissus
reached into the pool to draw the water spirit to him. The water displaced and the vision was
gone. He panicked, where had his love gone? When the water became calm the water spirit
returned. “Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The
nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms
you do the same; and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like.” Again he
reached out and again his love disappeared. Frightened to touch the water Narcissus lay still by
the pool gazing in to the eyes of his vision.
He cried in frustration. As he did so Echo also cried. He did not move, he did not eat or drink, he
only suffered. As he pined he became gaunt loosing his beauty. The nymphs that loved him
pleaded with him to come away from the pool. As they did so Echo also pleaded with him. He
was transfixed; he wanted to stay there forever. Narcissus like Echo died with grief. His body
disappeared and where his body once lay a flower grew in it's place. The nymphs mourned his
death and as they mourned Echo also mourned.
The Myth of Apollo and Daphne
The mythical story of Apollo and Daphne
by Lilian Stoughton Hyde
The Myth of Apollo and Daphne
One day Cupid, the little god of love, sat on the bank of a river, playing with his
arrows. The arrows were very tiny. Some had points of gold, and others had
points of lead. None of them looked as if they could do much harm.
That day Apollo, the great sun-god, walked along the bank of the same river,
when returning from his fight with the serpent of darkness, called the Python. He
had just used a great number of his wonderful golden arrows in killing this
gigantic serpent. Feeling very proud of his victory over the Python, he said, when
he saw Cupid at his play, "Ho! What are such little arrows as these good for?"
Cupid's feelings were very much hurt at this. He said nothing, but he took his little
arrows and flew to the top of Mount Parnassus.
There he sat down on the grass and took a leaden-pointed arrow from his
quiver. Looking all about him for some mark for his arrow, he saw Daphne
walking through a grove. Daphne was the daughter of Peneus, the river-god.
She was so beautiful that the sleeping flowers lifted their heads and burst into full
bloom at her coming. Cupid shot the leaden-pointed arrow straight at Daphne's
heart. Although it did her no other harm, this little blunt arrow made Daphne feel
afraid, and without knowing what she was running away from, she began to
run.
Then Cupid, who was very naughty, took a golden-pointed arrow from his
quiver, and with this wounded Apollo. The golden-pointed arrow had the power
to make Apollo love the first thing he saw. This chanced to be Daphne, the rivernymph, who came running by just then, with her golden hair floating out behind
her.
Apollo called to Daphne that there was nothing to fear; then, as she would not
stop running, he ran after her. The faster Apollo followed the faster Daphne ran,
and she grew more and more afraid all the time, for the little leaden-pointed
arrow was sticking in her heart.
She ran till she came to the bank of her father's river, and by this time she was so
tired that she could run no farther. She called on her father for help. The rivergod heard, and before Apollo could overtake her, changed her into a tree, a
beautiful tree with glossy evergreen leaves and blossoms as pink as Daphne's
own cheeks.
When Apollo came up with Daphne, there she stood, on the bank of the river,
not a nymph any longer, but a beautiful tree. Apollo was broken-hearted, at
first, to see how he had lost Daphne. It was all the fault of the little goldenpointed arrow. Since this tree was all that was left of Daphne, Apollo loved the
tree, and said that it should be planted by the side of his temple. He made
himself a crown from its evergreen leaves, which he always wore for Daphne's
sake. This tree still grows in Greece, and is called the Laurel of Apollo.