| Here are
some of the reports and poems I've received from teachers who have been teaching Cyrano.
I think all these are fantastic! Well done everyone! And, students, if you're reading these for ideas, please remember to give proper credit. |
A Collection of Cyrano Essays Sherri Bray In Act IV when Roxanne arrives at camp with food, there is great celebration. Cyrano is depressed at seeing Christian and Roxanne together and goes for a walk. As Cyrano was trudging through the forest constructing a poem to express his sorrow, he was attacked and killed by the enemy. Word of Cyrano's death traveled quickly back to camp. When Christian heard of the terrible news, he instantly became worried. He didn't know whether to tell Roxanne the truth about Cyrano writing the letters, or just allow her to mourn his death and tell her later. Roxanne sat sobbing in Christian's arms. Then, out of nowhere, Roxanne asked Christian to speak his comforting words to her. At this moment Christian looked teary eyed at Roxanne, and he told her he needed to tell her the truth. Christian proceeded to tell her everything. He told her of the night below her balcony, all of the "forged" letters, and the words Cyrano prepared for him. When he had finished, he told her he knew she would need time to think and he would leave her alone. He gave her a small hug and walked silently away. As Christian motioned to leave, Roxanne called him back to talk. She told him she cared for him deeply, but her true love died with Cyrano. She said she was extremely sorry, and needed time to mourn Cyrano's death. One year later. .. Roxanne is living in a convent and is told there is a guest waiting in the garden. She arrives in the garden to see Christian waiting nervously. He tells her not to say anything until he's done speaking. He then tells her how much he's sorry for everything, but how much his heart still burns with love for her. He tells her he needed to reveal all of his regrets before he could move on with his life. He ends by saying he doesn't have the magical, precious words that Cyrano had, but he has a love ever so deep as the one in which Cyrano had shared. Tears rose in Roxanne's eyes as she gave him a hug. She tells him she would never be completely over Cyrano, but there is no one she would rather spend her life with than Christian. Cyrano De Bergerac: A Wicked Death On the date of September 9, 1655, Cyrano De Bergerac unknowingly and fatally endangered himself by walking under an upstairs window. Little did he know what was going to befall him, quite literally, that crisp autumn morning. We now have a statement from a friend who was near and dear to him. This statement is from Ragueneau who saw the actual event take place. "It happened like this," Ragueneau starts, "as I was approaching Cyrano's house that afternoon, on my way to visit him, I saw him come out. I hurried to catch up with him. I can't say for certain that it wasn't an accident, but when he was about to turn the corner a lackey dropped a piece of firewood on him from an upstairs window. I rushed to him. My friend was Iying on the ground with a big hole in his head. Then I found a doctor who was willing to come and aid us out of charity. While the doctor was checking him I went to find Le Bret." "Thank you very much Monsieur Ragueneau. Is there anything else you'd like to add?" asked the reporter. "Yes, I'd like to add that Cyrano's death was very ironic, because he told me one day many years ago the way he wanted to die. He said, 'I hope that when death comes to me it will find me fighting in a good cause and making a clever remark. I want to be struck down by the only noble weapon, the sword, wielded by an adversary worthy of me, and to die not in a sickbed but on the field of glory, with sharp steel in my heart and a flash of wit on my lips.' "I wouldn't wish on any man to suffer the death that Cyrano suffered. If I knew and could get my hands on the man that killed my friend I would most definitely avenge his death ! " Many of you might've known Cyrano and many might've wished that they hadn't. But Cyrano was a very brave man. Unlike many of us, he was in idealist. He wouldn'tcompromise or change for anyone or anything and that was probably one of the reasons that ultimately led to his death. But he did die, I must say, a very heroic death. They say he was on his feet until the end talking about all of his old enemies and how he wasn't going to give up so easily. We tried to get a statement from Roxane, but she is still in mourning. We will, however, be able to hear her give the eulogy at Cyrano's funeral. The funeral will be held Sunday morning at 9:00 p.m. De Guiche will also be giving a statement on Cyrano's behalf. Now that we have all heard the story of this brave man's inopportune death I wish that you would all take a moment of silence to remember him whether you were friend or foe. And to Cyrano: may you take your white plume with you always. Kurtis Gelwicks A lonely, pale-green leaf skipped down the street basking in the bright rays of the glaring sun. It was not so bright though, in the local doctor's hospital. It had been about a week after the great war with the Spanish. Many soldiers were having their wounds tended to. The most popular patient seemed to be Christian. Many people crowded around his bed, many giving sympathy to Roxanne. Christian was apparently on his death bed, still in a coma, after being shot. One person not mourning in Christian's room was Cyrano De Bergerac, who was wandering the streets musing over his great dilemma. Should he keep silent and not tell Roxanne anything, or should he honor Christian's wish and reveal the truth to Roxanne? If only Christian would awaken so he could talk with him. Cyrano was walking along with his head down looking at the gravel. Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the ground, and he jerked his head up to see a log plummeting towards his face. Cyrano's bed now lay beside Christian's. Rageneau had discovered Cyrano's bleeding body and carried it in to the hospital. As both men lay unconscious, everyone's hopes seemed to have diminished. All of a sudden, Roxanne's mournful face turned into a look of shock. Christian's eyes were slowly opening. "Roxanne...", muttered Christian slowly. "Oh, Christian", rejoiced Roxanne, "you're alive!" "I'm afraid not for long, though", said Christian groggily. "Before I leave you for good, there are some things you must know. It's not me you love Roxanne. The real soul you adore is that of Cyrano De Bergerac's, for he is the one who wrote to you and spoke to you of love. I'm just a fraud." Christian didn't notice Cyrano Iying near him, still unconscious. Roxanne just stared at Christian in awe. Christian continued, his breathing labored, "But, although Cyrano wrote and talked to you, I
loved you just as passionatley!. The only reason I'm still alive is that, although I will
never fully have your love, I wanted to be the one to bring you true love!" Just as
Christian drew in his last breath, Cyrano's eyes dowly opened, and Roxanne looked eye to
eye with the warrior for whom her heart truly yearned.
When Roxanne went to visit Christian at the
battlefield, she was unaware of the fact that there were diseases everywhere. She had
stayed for quite a while because Christian had been severly wounded. They returned home a
few weeks after his remarkable recovery. "What's the matter, my friend?" Cyrano
inqueried. She smiled. "I always loved that about you. I
loved Christian for his beautiful face and what I thought were his words. But they were
yours and I must tell YOU that I. too. love You.l' With that. Sarah Jacobs To my only love; Roxane, You are my bright shining star and I, your silver moon. Throughout all these years, I have been content with the specks of shimmering stardust, as your light was cast to others. I stood in solitude in the darkness, waiting for a single beam of light. My overwhelming love for you could brighten the entire galaxy, yet was still unseen; unheard. I have chosen this moment, as I am on my deathbed, to explain my absolute and true love. So while I may ascend up to the heavens, my light can still be glowing brightly as I join the eternal sheen of lovers in the sky. Hopefully, my strong glimmer of love shall illuminate your life long after I am gone. There is a difference between me and that of the silver moon; a moon sets daily and is replaced by the rising sun. I shall not set, nor be replaced, but instead, my love will shine constantly. My moonbeams will drench your soul for eternity as I will continue to radiate my undying love. I do have but one request: remember my life, remember my love, and remember me, but not the form in which I left you. Cyrano De Bergerac
This my friends, is a sorrowful day. The day we must
say goodbye to our dear friend Cyrano. There is a terrible melancholy upon us. But now,
Cyrano is at a better place. I will now take this time to read a letter that we found on
our beloved friend after he passed on. Please join me as we remember our friend, Cyrano. By this time I am gone to a far better place. I have fallen victim to the worst enemy of all, death. This awful time must come to everyone who is at least mortal, and now my friends, my eternity is beginning. Let your tears not fall; don't weep for me a twinkling longer. Roxane- your eyes, blue and beautiful like the sea- don't let them be darkened by sadness. For now, I drift upon the heavens peering down upon the sea, the land, and my most exquisite friends. I have lived my life to the fullest but now I must rest for all eternity. Love is sculptured in my heart now and forever more. For I shall never forget my one true love, Roxane. The passion I felt for thee will never be doused by the tears of my eternal rest. My heart seems as though still alive, driven on by the vision of your elegance I captured. There is a special bond that will forever endure in our hearts. My only aspiration was to have our hearts together beat as one. I feel that now, even though I have passed on. To my friends and Roxane: Love is immortal, unlike human beings, but if we possess this love in our hearts, maybe we too may be immortal. The soul lives on forever on the lips and hearts of those we loved, and those we touched with our presence. To give love, we must also receive it. I have learned multitudinous lessons, I have taken many tests. However, the truest test of all is life, friends, and love. I, Cyrano de Bergerac, feel as if my life was filled
with fortune and ecstasy. With my closing words drawing near, I must say to thee: What
comes from thy heart speaks so loudly that sadness cannot be heard, and sorrow not felt.
Don't let your tears flow any longer, for life is too short to stand weeping.
9~Adrienne Walls pd. 3 [Christian is waking around outside of Roxane's house
thinking about the past few days.] |