An Anthology of Poems for Further Study Composition and Literature

Philip Kevin Paul (1971–)

Read this small light and know the background.

Paul explains, "Such a small light" is "my conversation and sensitivity for death and loss." In order to reinforce this theme, this poem gives an example of death and loss. Is it more?
What is the form and genre of this poem?
Give an anthropomorphic example in a poem, and explain how it supports the theme of the poetry.
What is the small light indicated by the poem title? What does that small light represent (significantly / symbolic)?

Gregory Scofield (1966–)

“The Sewing Circle”

Who is the narrator of this poem? In the history of Canada, what was a homely event inspired by this poem?
What is the Sewing Circle? How has the traditional purpose of Scofield changed to emphasize the theme of poetry?
Why are this poem a lot of religious mentions, and how the religion of the narrator affects the theme of poetry?
Identify the metaphor used by Scofield in Stanza 6-7 and explain its effects.
Explain the condition and voice of the poem. Does the tone imply the result of the battle?

Marilyn Dumont (1955–)

“Leather and Naugahyde”

What are the characteristics of poetry, not a paragraph of the prose to leather and Nauga Hyde?
What is Nauga Hide and why is it an effective metaphor that represents the difference in ethnic identity at the heart of this poem?
What is a kind of state? Why did his attitude toward the poem narrator suddenly change? What is the essence of that change?
What is the theme of this poem?
Read additional information about Canadian indigenous writers [PDF].

Rita Dove (1952–)

“Heart to Heart”

What is a ruling complaint? Please complain about the human mind that appears in this poem. What is her purpose?
What is the tone and story of this poem? How does the poem form form the tone? Is there a change in the tone as the poem ends?
Heart poetry is usually a poem of love. Is this a poem of love? Support your answer.
See an interview with Rita Dove. Can you get any insights on the theme and format of "Heart to Heart" from the interview?

Emma Laroque (1949–)

“The Red in Winter”

Read the Red in Winter and learn about the background.

The meaning of the poem title-What is a double expression?
How does anthropomorphic and symbols mean this poem?
This poem form-especially its concise is how to make it unpleasant?

Yusef Komunyakaa (1947–)

“Facing It”

Why do we know that a poet visiting a Vietnamese deciner is a Vietnamese return soldier?
Komyaka wants readers to know that the general public who had not served in Vietnam had participated in the war. How does he achieve it?
In the context of this poem, why and how is race important?
What is the name of "Andrew Johnson" mentioned in this poem?
Come to two examples of the image in the poem, and determine how the image has enhanced the impact of this poem to the reader.
Why did the poet end "Treats" like this? Do you think this is an effective end? Explain your answer.

Wendy Cope (1945–)

“Bloody Men”

Wendy Corp poems often express serious themes in humor. How does this method explain "Bloody Men"?
Is this a feminist poem or an ant i-feminism? Explain your answer.
What is the form of this poem? Why does Corp use this format?
Comment on the effects of the enlarged simulation / metastasis at the center of this poem. What does the c o-op mean "flashing the marker"?
Looking at the c o-op interview, how do you understand and evaluate "bloody men"?

Kay Ryan (1945–)

“Blandeur”

What is Ryan talking about the nature of nature in this poem? What is the theme of this poem?
What is a word? What is the title of this poem?
"Brand duru is not listed in the dictionary, there is no Anranean. Is Ryan wrong? Why her own words?
See Ryan interviews. How does that interview use to understand and evaluate "Blandeur"?

Billy Collins (1941–)

“Introduction to Poetry”

What is the source of the speaker's frustration in this poem? How does this frustration use it to establish a poem theme?
Compare how to read the two poems introduced in the "Poetry Beginning". Which method is desirable in your opinion?
What kind of metaphors do Collins use poetry? Do you think they are effective?
Look at Collins' poetry reading and discussions and listen. How does his presentation use it to understand and appreciate the "poetry"?

Buffy Sainte-Marie (1941–)

“Now that the Buffalo’s Gone”

Why does the author mention Buffalo in this song? What symbols and metaphors are buffalo?
What is the theme of this poem / song?
What is the basis for the author comparing the defeat of the German government and the defeat of Native American? How is "victory" and how is it different? Is this analogy effective?
The tribes that the author mentions in the last stanza are Inuit, Changne, and Navajo;
Buffy Sant o-Marie recorded "Now that buffalo's gone" in 1964. Doesn't it change? Did it get worse? Explain your answer.

Margaret Atwood (1939–)

“You Fit into Me”

What is the hook and eye pointing in the first stanza? What is it really pointing to the second stanza? How does this lined up convey the theme of poetry?
What do you think is the cause of human relationships mentioned in poetry?
What is the form of this poem / genre?
See and hear that Margaret Atwood reads her poetry.

Sylvia Plath (1932–1963)

“Mirror”

Who is the narrator of this poem? What kind of literary devices do Plases use here? How does this narrator convey the theme of poetry?
What is the form and genre of this poem?
How is this poem related to modern life?

Adrienne Rich (1929–2012)

“Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers”

“Diving into the Wreck”

"AUNT JENNIFER'S TIGERS" was published in 1950. How will this poem fores predict that Rich will eventually appear as a representative poet for feminist?
How do you know that Aunt Jennifer is not living a happy marriage?
How does Aunt Jennifer deal with the sadness of life? What is the theme of this poem?
What is the form of poetry?
Compare "Aunt Jennifer" with William Break's "Tiger".
How is the saying that "we destroy it to recreate" is related to the context and theme of "WRECK DIVING"?
List three examples of symbols used in Diving Into The Wreck, and think about how the symbols increase the theme of poetry.
The sinking ship explored by the narrator is used as an effective expansion metaphor to enhance the theme of poetry?
Do you read this poem that a poet is a feminist? Explain your answer.

Maya Angelou (1928–2014)

“Still I Rise”

“Phenomenal Women”

"Still I Rise" has a distinctive rhythm pattern. Identify the rhythm and explain why it is effective. Why does the rhythm pattern change in the last few?
Based on the evidence of these poems, what kind of social cause / exercise does Angelow support? Explain the answer.
How can you know that these poems were written by the same author?
What kind of stereotypes do Angelow argue about the beauty of women in "Phenomenal Woman"? What is the theme of this poem?

Maxine Kumin (1925–2014)

“Morning Swim”

“Woodchucks”

Let's listen to the Song song "Stay with me". Explain the reason why Morning Swim's narrator sings this hymn while swimming. How does this hymnic song use the theme of poetry?
List three examples of images that appear in Morning Swim, and explain how the image supports the theme of poetry.
Compare the forms of two poems in cumin, especially the similarities and differences between themes and forms.
What does nimby mean, and how is this phrase related to the theme of "Woodchucks"?
Imagine when your values and ideals are challenged by foreign situations, and associate the conflict with the wood chuck theme.

Feature Unit: The Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance

Harem Renaissance poetry

Introduction

In the early 20th century, there were hundreds of thousands of African Americans, New York, Philadelphia, with hundreds of thousands of African Americans, including a shortage of labor centered on the manufacturing industry and the spread of racist discrimination that could not be dispelled. , I gathered in Detroit. Hundreds of thousands of African Americans have headed north to New York, Philadelphia, Detroit and Chicago. Many of them settled in the Harlem district of New York. Prosperity promotes culture, and eventually black artists, musicians, poets, players, and novelists draw, write music, edit and create plays, and publish stories and poems. It is.

Claude McCay's poems' Harlem Shadows (1922) is the first collection of poetry that was the beginning of the Harlem Renaissance and one of the most successful poems. Gene Toumer's CANE was published a year later, not only black, but also a highly evaluated white writer, including Sharwood Anderson. Langston Hughes appeared as a great poet in this movement due to its innovative style. The style of jazz rhythms and the style of African American musicians and the general public is remarkable in the poem recorded in the 1926 work collection of The Wealth Blues. County Karen liked traditional typical poetry, but fights to seek equal rights in the 1927 poems "Copper Sun" and one year later "The Ballad of the Brown Girl". His commitment to it is reflected.

The Harlem Renaissance as a literary movement declined in the 1930s. This is because the Great Depression challenged the same economic prosperity as the Renaissance. However, Harlem Renaissance left a permanent heritage. Inspired the civil rights movement in the 1960s and became fuel. Poetto, such as Amiri Baraka, Audre Rode, Nikki Giovanni, and Sonia Sanchez, is afraid of Harlem Renaissance poetry, and is full of radical words and anger. It was expressed in the tone.

Claude McKay (1889–1948)

“Harlem Shadows”

When the night drops the veil, you can hear the footsteps of the girl stepping on Nigro Harlem. You can see the girls who succumb to the call of desire and go to exchange. Oh, with the slippers on, the dark dark girls wander from the night road to the street! From long night to silver dawn, I don't know that small gray legs will rest. From the last snow to fall into the white chest of the earth, the girls in the dark hal f-piece, with a tired foot, run from the street to the street.

Oh, in a cruel world, in a miserable path of poverty and disgraceful, I have pushed a cowardly small soil foot, the sacred brown leg of my corrupt race! Oh, my heart, a harem, wandering from the street to the street, a tired foot.

Activities

What is the title of this poem?
What is the tone and tone of this poem, and how does the poet express the tone?
Evaluate the rhythm and prosemption of this poem.
Who blame the plight of the poet of "the girls in the dark, hal f-legged girls of the tired legs"?

Jean Toomer (1894–1967)

“Georgia Dusk”

The sky is willing to chase the sunset, it is willing to prolong the battle for gold nuggets, and the barbecue of every night, the feast of the moon and the man who barks, the warm blood eyes and smell. I am surprised to make a folk song from the sound of the soul, an orgy party for the southern genius with the mouth of sugarcane. The shining sounds the whistle, the saw stops, and the buds are cut off the buds of Shizunagaoka and hills.

The smoke rises from the pyramid piled up by the seedle, and the blue ghost of the trees continues to fly low, indicating the reliable trace of the former residence, where only the cut and stumps are left.

On the other hand, men who have remained spectacular, the tribes of the king, the memories of the caravan, the high monks, the ostrich, and the magician [1] go on the swamp.

The singing voice springs up. The pine plays the guitar, is cut, and the Matsuba falls like rain. Their voice increases. Rattan's choir sings Carol. .

The singer, on the sacred sashimi of the pine, resonate like a resin, give the corn's concubine the lips of the virgin, and deliver the dream of Christ to a large rattan.

Activities

When and where is the stage of this poem? How is the "dusk" of the title symbolic?
This poem has a narrative meaning. Summarize the story that this poem tells. When the night drops the veil, you can hear the footsteps of the girl stepping on Nigro Harlem. You can see the girls who succumb to the call of desire and go to exchange. Oh, with the slippers on, the dark dark girls wander from the night road to the street! From long night to silver dawn, I don't know that small gray legs will rest. From the last snow to fall into the white chest of the earth, the girls in the dark hal f-piece, with a tired foot, run from the street to the street.
Oh, in a cruel world, in a miserable path of poverty and disgraceful, I have pushed a cowardly small soil foot, the sacred brown leg of my corrupt race! Oh, my heart, a harem, wandering from the street to the street, a tired foot.
What is the title of this poem?

Langston Hughes (1902–1967)

“Harlem”

Activities

What is the tone and tone of this poem, and how does the poet express the tone?
Evaluate the rhythm and prosemption of this poem.
Who blame the plight of the poet of "the girls in the dark, hal f-legged girls of the tired legs"?

Countee Cullen (1903–1946)

“Yet Do I Marvel”

Activities

The smoke rises from the pyramid piled up by the seedle, and the blue ghost of the trees continues to fly low, indicating the reliable trace of the former residence, where only the cut and stumps are left.
On the other hand, men who have remained spectacular, the tribes of the king, the memories of the caravan, the high monks, the ostrich, and the magician [1] go on the swamp.
The singing voice springs up. The pine plays the guitar, is cut, and the Matsuba falls like rain. Their voice increases. Rattan's choir sings Carol. .
The singer, on the sacred sashimi of the pine, resonate like a resin, give the corn's concubine the lips of the virgin, and deliver the dream of Christ to a large rattan.

John Magee (1922–1941)

“High Flight”

When and where is the stage of this poem? How is the "dusk" of the title symbolic?

This poem has a narrative meaning. Summarize the story that this poem tells. When the night drops the veil, you can hear the footsteps of the girl stepping on Nigro Harlem. You can see the girls who succumb to the call of desire and go to exchange. Oh, with the slippers on, the dark dark girls wander from the night road to the street! From long night to silver dawn, I don't know that small gray legs will rest. From the last snow to fall into the white chest of the earth, the girls in the dark hal f-piece, with a tired foot, run from the street to the street.
Oh, in a cruel world, in a miserable path of poverty and disgraceful, I have pushed a cowardly small soil foot, the sacred brown leg of my corrupt race! Oh, my heart, a harem, wandering from the street to the street, a tired foot.
What is the title of this poem?
What is the tone and tone of this poem, and how does the poet express the tone?

Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)

“Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night”

Evaluate the rhythm and prosemption of this poem.

Who blame the plight of the poet of "the girls in the dark, hal f-legged girls of the tired legs"?
The sky is willing to chase the sunset, it is willing to prolong the battle for gold nuggets, and the barbecue of every night, the feast of the moon and the man who barks, the warm blood eyes and smell. I am surprised to make a folk song from the sound of the soul, an orgy party for the southern genius with the mouth of sugarcane. The shining sounds the whistle, the saw stops, and the buds are cut off the buds of Shizunagaoka and hills.
The smoke rises from the pyramid piled up by the seedle, and the blue ghost of the trees continues to fly low, indicating the reliable trace of the former residence, where only the cut and stumps are left.
On the other hand, men who have remained spectacular, the tribes of the king, the memories of the caravan, the high monks, the ostrich, and the magician [1] go on the swamp.

Stevie Smith (1902–1971)

“Not Waving but Drowning”

The singing voice springs up. The pine plays the guitar, is cut, and the Matsuba falls like rain. Their voice increases. Rattan's choir sings Carol. .
The singer, on the sacred sashimi of the pine, resonate like a resin, give the corn's concubine the lips of the virgin, and deliver the dream of Christ to a large rattan.
When and where is the stage of this poem? How is the "dusk" of the title symbolic?

E.E. Cummings (1894–1962)

“Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town”

“Somewhere I Have Never Travelled”

This poem has a narrative meaning. Summarize the story that this poem tells.
In the last stanza of this poem, who is the poet promoting black workers?
Harlem Renaissance poets were interested in the liberation, civil rights, and equality of African Americans. How are these concerns developed in Georgia Dusk?
What is the threat silent in this poem? What is the source of the threat? How is this threat affecting the theme of poetry?
Identify the metaphors and metaphors used in this poem and evaluate why they are effective.
Listen to the fuse reading "Harlem". How does a poet read his work helps to understand and evaluate the work?
God is not good, encouraging, kind, and quibble, and the reason why Tantaros suffers why the small buried moles continue to be blind, why the meat that reflects him must die someday. [3] Unstable fruit declares whether an unstable fruit simply destroys Sijifus [4], which is simply a dirty burning but struggles to the infinite ladder. He has no immunity in his indistinct manner, and a distorted mind with a small worries [5] that he cannot understand at all, what the terrible brain is forcing his terrible hands. But I am impressed by this strange thing!
What is the problem of worrying about poet? What are the four examples to explain the essence of the problem?

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965)

“The Hollow Men”

“The Journey of the Magi”

“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

Is the "strange thing" near the end of the poem helps to exempt the gods and the gods, or is it another example that shows the cruelty of the gods?
How do you know that this poem is Sonnet in Shakespeare?
Even Admire " Does listening to poetry reading help understand the poem?
Ω! I got out of the binding scattered on the earth and flew in the sky with a laughing wing. And did 100 things that you never dreamed of, and fell high in the silence of the sun. So I chased the shouting wind and flew my enthusiastic ship in a room with no legs ... upwards up, long, deceptive, burning blue .. .... Overcoming the height of the wind along with Easy Grace, who has never flew, and jumping into the solemn sacredness of the universe with a quiet heart, I put my hands and touch the face of God. Ta.
Why does Maggie describe "ground bond" as "SURLY"?
Maggie is trying to mimic the feeling of a small airplane in flight (here, spit fire during training to become a fighter pilot in World War II). Is he successful? Support your answer.
Why does God come into the poem in the last line? How does that mention enhancing the poem theme?
Why do you know this poem is Sonnet?

E. J. Pratt (1882–1964)

“From Stone to Steel”

At the end of the day, the old man must burn and make noise. Angry and angry at the death of light. The sages know that the darkness is correct, but their words have no lightning. Good people, the last waves passed, and crying how their weak actions were dancing in the green bay. Wild things are caught, singing the sun in the flight, learning, too late, they sad to him in his way, and do not go gently on this good night. The graves who were dead, the blind eyes burned up like a meteor, those who saw the same sex, angry at the death of light. I pray now with my father, my father, the sadness, the blessings, the blessings, and the tears of your wild. Good night, don't go calmly. Anger about light death, anger.
What does the phrase "that good night" and "death by light" echoes throughout the poem point?
What is the form of this poem / genre? How does the format affect the content of the poem?
Thomas refuses to fall asleep and mentions four types of people angry with light death. What are those four people? Why are they all disappointed in their lives? What is that disappointment? How do they express sadness or should they express?

Feature Unit: The Poetry of World War I

See and hear that Thomas reads "Don't Go Gentle on the Good Night". Is reading poetry help to understand and thank the poems? Explain your answer.

Introduction

How does the metaphor suggested in the title of this poem suggest the theme of the poem?

Why do drowning friends misunderstand and misunderstand the signal he sends?

If possible, give an example and evaluate the meaning of this poem theme.

What is a ballad? What does Anyone Lived in a pretty How Town look like a ballad? How is it different?

Why is the name of the character of the Anyone Lived in a pretty How Town? How is their names useful for establishing a poem theme?

Paraphrase the sixth section of "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town".

Wilfred Owen (1893–1918)

“Disabled”

As for the syntax, several lines of "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town" are so confusing that they do not literally meaning. Please give two or three examples. What is the meaning of Camins against linguistic customs?

Compare and contrast the form of "Somewhere I've Never Traveled" with the form of "Anyone who lived in a beautiful how the city".

To whom is "Somewhere I've Never Traveled" addressed? Who is the "I"? Who is the "you" in the poem? How do you know this?

What effect does the "you" in the poem have on the speaker? How does this relationship help establish the theme of the poem?

“Dulce et Decorum Est” [7]

Paraphrase stanza 4 of "Somewhere I've Never Traveled".

Consider the form of "The Hollow Men": short, free-form lines divided into five parts and subdivided into stanzas of different lengths and numbers. Some lines seem to end before the poet's thoughts are completed. How does this form enhance the theme of the poem?

Is "The Hollow Men" as relevant today as it was when Eliot wrote the poem? Who are the "hollow men" of modern society, and what do they need to live more fulfilling lives?

“Futility”

Compare and contrast the tone of "The Journey of the Magi" with that of Eliot's earlier poems. Are there differences in tone? How do you consider the differences or lack thereof?

“Anthem for Doomed Youth” [9]

Like "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," "The Journey of the Magi" is a free narrative poem whose narrator is one of the Magi (wise men). Compare and contrast the characters of Prufrock and the Magi.

Is "The Journey of the Magi" a exclusively Christian poem or is it relevant to people of other faiths as well? Explain your answer.

Owen Activities

What characteristics of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" indicate that it is a dramatic monologue (Glossary).
Why is Prufrock unable to ask the "overpowering question"? What changes in his life and attitude would allow him to ask the woman?
Does Prufrock challenge your grief? What are your accusations? Do you have any empathy?
The Stone Age, the Bronze Age, the Steel Age. Java and Geneva, Neanderthals and Arians. Paganism and Christianity, the Euphrates and the Rhine. Temples and caves. What is Platt saying? What is the theme of the poem?
Rephrase the third stanza of the poem.
How does the poem's regular verse form complement its theme?
In what sense "Years yet an altar they desire/As a satisfaction for sin"?
Poetry of World War I
The "War to end the war", which H. G. Wells was expressed in a series of newspaper articles [6], began in 1914. The main combat participants were French, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and New Zealand Allied Allies. Russia (until 1917), the United States since April 1917. The central powers developed: Germany, Austri a-Hungary, Bulgaria, Türkiye. Few people thought that war would last a long time, but they gradually became stuck in both sides, prolonged until November 1918, and as a result of the war, nearly 9 million combatants and millions of civilians died. He issued an unparalleled casualties.
The remarkable difference between the Victorian war poetry and the poetry of World War I, as seen in The Charge of the Light Brigade, was accepting wars without doubting more or less doubt. It is changing. Tennison has revealed that this case has messed up the military's order, but has refused to focus on the incompetence of the generals and instead emphasizes British soldiers' bravery. Similarly, Rupert Brook was probably an ostensible face of British war effort before dying before going to the battlefield, but especially in the Dean Inge's poem, the soldier, conveys a romantic and romantic view of war. One of the UK's leading clerks, Director of the UK, read in Sent Paul Cathedral in 1914 as a part of the resurrection festival, and Winston Churchill died three days after Brook died. It is a poem mentioned in the published memorial article. Even the poet, Siegfried Sassoon, who was one of the critical poets with Wilfred Owen, seems to reflect Brook's romantic attitude in the early poetry "Silk":
... War is our disaster. But the war becomes free by fighting us and fighting for freedom.
The fear of wounds, the anger at the enemy, the loss of what the enemy wants. All of these must pass. We are a happy corps, and H. G. Wells has begun in 1914, in 1914, expressed by H. G. Wells in a series of newspaper articles [6]. The main combat participants were French, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and New Zealand Allied Allies. Russia (until 1917), the United States since April 1917. The central powers developed: Germany, Austri a-Hungary, Bulgaria, Türkiye. Few people thought that war would last a long time, but they gradually became stuck in both sides, prolonged until November 1918, and as a result of the war, nearly 9 million combatants and millions of civilians died. He issued an unparalleled casualties.
The remarkable difference between the Victorian war poetry and the poetry of World War I, as seen in The Charge of the Light Brigade, was accepting wars without doubting more or less doubt. It is changing. Tennison has revealed that this case has messed up the military's order, but has refused to focus on the incompetence of the generals and instead emphasizes British soldiers' bravery. Similarly, Rupert Brook was probably an ostensible face of British war effort before dying before going to the battlefield, but especially in the Dean Inge's poem, the soldier, conveys a romantic and romantic view of war. One of the UK's leading clerks, Director of the UK, read in Sent Paul Cathedral in 1914 as a part of the resurrection festival, and Winston Churchill died three days after Brook died. It is a poem mentioned in the published memorial article. Even the poet, Siegfried Sassoon, who was one of the critical poets with Wilfred Owen, seems to reflect Brook's romantic attitude in the early poetry "Silk":
... War is our disaster. But the war becomes free by fighting us and fighting for freedom.

Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967)

“Counter-Attack”

Sassoon Activities

The fear of wounds, the anger at the enemy, the loss of what the enemy wants. All of these must pass. We are a happy corps, and H. G. Wells' "War to end the war" in a series of newspaper articles [6] began in 1914. The main combat participants were French, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and New Zealand Allied Allies. Russia (until 1917), the United States since April 1917. The central powers developed: Germany, Austri a-Hungary, Bulgaria, Türkiye. Few people thought that war would last a long time, but they gradually became stuck in both sides, prolonged until November 1918, and as a result of the war, nearly 9 million combatants and millions of civilians died. He issued an unparalleled casualties.
The remarkable difference between the Victorian war poetry and the poetry of World War I, as seen in The Charge of the Light Brigade, was accepting wars without doubting more or less doubt. It is changing. Tennison has revealed that this case has messed up the military's order, but has refused to focus on the incompetence of the generals and instead emphasizes British soldiers' bravery. Similarly, Rupert Brook was probably an ostensible face of British war effort before dying before going to the battlefield, but especially in the Dean Inge's poem, the soldier, conveys a romantic and romantic view of war. One of the UK's leading clerks, Director of the UK, read in Sent Paul Cathedral in 1914 as a part of the resurrection festival, and Winston Churchill died three days after Brook died. It is a poem mentioned in the published memorial article. Even the poet, Siegfried Sassoon, who was one of the critical poets with Wilfred Owen, seems to reflect Brook's romantic attitude in the early poetry "Silk":

Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)

“The Emperor of Ice Cream”

... War is our disaster. But the war becomes free by fighting us and fighting for freedom.
The fear of wounds, the anger at the enemy, the loss of what the enemy wants. All of these must pass. We are a happy corps
But as the war dragged on, more poets were killed, and the surviving poets grew increasingly dissatisfied, patriotic poems like "The Soldier" became absurd anachronisms that ignored the realities of trench warfare, and the most ostensibly patriotic was John Freeman's "Happy Is Now is England Now: England is happiest now/To those whose struggles 'seemed obscene'" (Norton Anthology of English Literature, 20th century and beyond, 9th edition, 2017). And in contrast to Tennyson's unexpected reaction to the generals' implication, in a later poem Sassoon suggests that perhaps the real enemy is the jovial old general who, safe from the front, passes two NCOs on his way forward: "Now the smiling soldiers outnumber the dead/And we curse his staff for being incompetent pigs" (The General). Interestingly, Sassoon makes the last line less poignant in the published version. In one draft, instead of "did for them," he "milled them."
For a rich history of World War I poetry, see the World War I Digital Archive.
He sat in his wheelchair, waiting for darkness, scampering into his dreadful gray suit, legs missing and sewn short at the elbows. In the park, the voices of the boys rang plaintively like hymns, sounds of play and joy at the end of the day, lulling him drowsily away from him. In those days, when the light bulbs lit up in full bloom on the blue trees, the city looked so gorgeous, and the girls looked beautiful as the air grew. Now he will never again feel the slenderness of their waists, or the warmth of their delicate hands. They all touch them as if they were some kind of disease.

E.A. Robinson (1869–1935)

“Richard Cory”

Last year, in his youth, his face had the silliness of an artist. Now he is old. His back can no longer support it. He'd lost his color so far from here, run down the hole until his veins were dry, and spent half his life running in purple hot lace and jumps dripping down his thighs. One time he had blood smears on his legs after the laces were lifted. It was after football. Why? Someone said he'd look like a god dressed in pounds.

That's why. And maybe to please Meg, yes, to please Jilan Jilt, he asked to join. There was no need to beg. Smiling, they wrote his lie. The German could hardly think. He thought of checkered stockings and jeweled handles for his dagger. And care of weapons? Vacation? Arrears? Joint liability? Suggestions for recruits And soon he was dragged out to drums and cheers.
Some cheered him, but not as the crowd cheered for Goll. Only one man, a real and serious man, thanked him and asked about his soul. Now he would spend a few more years in the institute, doing what the rules deemed wise and regretting what the rules did to him. Tonight he noticed the women's gazes shifting from him to the strong men. How cold and dull! Why don't they come and put him to bed? Why don't they come? Bent double, like an old beggar under a sack, on his knees, coughing in his arms, swearing in the mud. The men marched in their sleep. Many lost their boots, and limped bloody. Were they blind? Drunk with fatigue? Not even the voices of the exhausted could be heard, as they overtook the belated Five-Nines. Gas, gas! A dizzy ecstasy that puts on a clumsy helmet in time. But one still screamed, staggered, and flew like a man into the fire and lime. Dimly, through the misty windowpanes and the thick green light, as under a green sea, I saw him drown.
In my dreams, before my helpless gaze, he drowned, drowned, drowned me.
(20)If, in a dim dream, you could walk behind the wagon where we threw him, and see the white eyes rolling over his face, his upturned face like a sin-sick devil. (20)If you could hear the blood gargling from the ruined lungs after each shock, obscene as cancer, bitter as the marrow of a vile and incurable wound on an innocent tongue - my friend, you would not say it with such elation. (25)To children who fervently seek some hopeless glory, there is an old lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” [12]

Carry him to the su n-his touch has gently raised him. Until the snow fell this morning, I always woke up in France. If there is something that can wake him up now, you will know the kind and old sun. How to wake the seeds. The edge is very good and the side is nervous. Was the clay burned for that? -Oh, what made the sunlight struggling to break the sleep of the earth?

What bells will ring for those who die like livestock? The only way to solve their urgent definitions is to sound stuttering quickly. They don't ridicule. There is no prayer or bell. The voice of the mourning cannot be heard other than chorus. The trumpet calls them from a sad handrail.

“No Second Troy”

Which candles will accelerate to all? The sacred flash of goodbye will shine in his eyes, not in the boys' hands. The blue white of the girl's eyebrows would be their pale. Their flowers are patient kindness, and there is a crawling man crawling at dusk at dusk.

“Easter, 1916” [16]

Look at the recruitment poster below. Do you think Owen kept this in mind when you wrote the last line of "CRIPPLES"?

Read the background of Dr. Stuart Lee in DULCE et Decorum Est. Which of the four do you like?

Please pay attention to the first subtitle "To a certain poet". To see the Oxford Learning page of "DULCE et Decorum Est", don't forget to click the link between Stage 1 and Stage 2 on the page.

“The Second Coming” [25]

What happened just before the poems of "vanity" began?

What kind of scene do you imagine at the beginning of "vanity"?

“A Prayer for My Daughter” [32]

Who is talking about Futility? What is your relationship with him?

Who is he talking to on the first line of "Futility"?

Why do you want him to move toward the sun for "future nature?"

How does the storyter of "wasteful" list the reasons why the sun will help?

What does the sun mean? "snow"? "clay"?

What does absurdity mean?

Rhythm: How do you read the second stanza of "Vanity"? How many hyphens will affect the rhythm of reading?

How is the title "Vanity" related to the theme?

What kind of Sonnet is the hymn for the catastrophic youth? What is the rule?

“Leda and the Swan” [40]

What does the image of the 8th line of Stanza 2 indicate? One critic reminiscent of Goya's painting "Giant statue", which described another war scenery (Peninsula War). What do you think?

The publishing version of this poem (CollectiveD POEMS: 1908-1956, FABER) has a line 7 to 13. What is the effect and purpose of this depression?

What is awakening? What kind of element of this poem suggests that the stage is awake?

“Sailing to Byzantium” [42]

What is the meaning of "Wenches" on the fourth line?

Express the 7th line in your own words. How does this line suggest the theme of poetry along the 15th line?

What is pleasure? Does the "Ice Cream Emperor" accept or refuse pleasure philosophy? Explain your answer.

Please listen to the reading and explanation of The Emperor of ICE CREAM. Will your commentary enhance your understanding and fun?

“Among School Children”

Every time Richard Corie arrived in downtown, the people on the sidewalk looked at him: he was a gentleman from the crown, a beautiful lover, and strictly thin. He always kept the order quiet and was always human. However, he was still trembling when he spoke: When he said, "Good morning," he trembled and shook his face when walking. And he was wealthy, yes, more wealthy than the king, and was trained in all kinds of elegance. So we worked, waited for light, cursed bread without eating meat. On a calm summer night, Richard Corie went home and shot his head.

What is Richard Corie's appearance? Why is his appearance important for poetry?

What is the form of this poem, rhythm, and law? How does the form increase the impact of the poem ending?

When is the poem set? How do you enhance the impact of the poem ending?

Can you trust the story in this poem? Support your answer.

I get up, go to Inni s-free right now, build a small hut there, place a cotton [13] made of clay; planting nin e-row beans there, placing honey birdhouses, and possibility of a bee. Live alone in. Peace comes slowly and falls from the morning veil to a place where crickets sing. It shines in the middle of the night, a purple shine at noon, and a hornet feather in the evening.

At night and noon, you can hear the lake water flowing down from the shore. Whether you're standing on the street or on the gray sidewalk, I hear it with a deep heart.

Why should I blame her, who filled my days with misery? [15] Or did she slowly teach the ignorant the wildest ways, Or cast the great in small ways? Did they have only courage equal to their desires? What could have made her peaceful, a heart that nobility made simple as fire, a beauty like a tight bow, a heart that was not natural for such an age? What could she, tall, lonely, and stern, do? Was there another Troy to burn?

“Byzantium” [57]

From the benches and desks surrounded by the gray houses of the eighteenth century, they come with lively expressions. They nod and pass, or say kind words without meaning, or stay a while and say kind words without meaning, or think before making a mocking story or a parody, and thank their friends around the fire in the club: Everything has changed, completely changed: a terrible beauty has been born, whose [18] days have been spent in ignorant favors, and whose nights have been spent in quarrels, until her voice is hoarse. Who could have a sweeter voice than hers, when she was young and beautiful, as she went to the barrel? This man [19] guarded the school, and rode our winged horse [20]. This other helper, his friend [21], was regaining his strength. He had finally won fame, I think. This other man, I fantasized him to drunken vain ruin [22]. He had made painful mistakes to some close to my heart, but I count him in the songs. He also quitted the comedy role from time to time. He also changed in turn, he was completely transformed: a terrible beauty was born.

Summer and winter, a single-purposed heart, as enchanted in stone, troubles the living stream. Horses coming from the road. Riders, birds descending from cloud to cloud. Shadows from cloud to stream change from moment to moment. Horses slipping to the edge, horses falling to the edge. Long-legged chickens dive, chickens within chickens call. Minute by minute they live: the stone is in it.

Long sacrifice makes stone of the heart. Oh, when will it be enough? This is a heavenly place, and our part is to murmur the name as a mother names her child. What else is there but night? No, not night, but death. Was it an unnecessary death after all? England can hold its faith against all that has been done and said. We know their dreams. Enough to know that they died dreaming. And what if there was so much love in them before they died? McDonagh, McBride, Connolly[24], and Pearce, now and in time, wherever they wear, they change, they are utterly changed.

Turn, turn, in the spread of the gyre[26].

“Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop” [65]

Falcon cannot hear Falconer. Things are falling apart. The center cannot be held. Simple disorder is loose in the world, bloody tides are loose, and everywhere the ritual of innocence is drowned. The best lack conviction, the worst are full of passionate tension. Revelation is near. The Second Coming is near. The Second Coming! Somewhere in the desert sands, a figure with a lion's body and a human head is moving its slow thighs. Darkness comes again. But now I see that my twenty centuries of stone sleep [29] have been disturbed by a cradle nightmare.

The storm roars again, half hidden under its shakehood, covering my sleeping child. There is no barrier except the Gregory forest [33] and the filthy winds and the bare hills with their roofs. He may remain in the Atlantic. And for an hour I walked and prayed... for the great darkness that is in my heart. In the tower, under the arches of the bridge, I heard the sea cry. From the murderous innocence of the sea, dancing to the frenzied drums, I imagined with excitement the Reverie that will come in years to come.

“The Circus Animals’ Desertion”

She is given beauty, but not beauty that would disappoint the eyes of strangers, or disappoint her eyes before the glass.

Helen, the chosen one, [34] found a flat and dull life, and afterwards suffered many misfortunes from fools.

While this great queen [35], who rose from the splash, had no father and could have made her own way, she chose for her man the lame blacksmith [36].

It is true that good women [37] eat a salad of madness with their meat, and with that salad the Horn of Plenty [38] is defeated.

I learn it with courtesy. The heart is not to be had as a gift, but is to be won by those who are not at all beautiful. But many who played fools for themselves were charming. And many poor men who ran and loved and thought themselves loved by happy goodness cannot get his eye.

“The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

She will be a thriving hidden tree, whose every thought, like that of a wasp, has no other use than to spread the splendor of sound, and may gladly begin a chase, or gladly enter into a quarrel. Oh, may he live, like a green laurel, rooted in a precious and enduring place.
My heart, the heart I loved, the kind of beauty I recognized, has flourished a little, but is slowly drying up, so that I know that it is possible for all evil powers to choke it with hatred. If there is no hatred in the attack on the heart or the wind, the battery will never tear the wasp from the leaf.
Mental hatred is the worst. I have never seen a most beautiful woman [39] born from the mouth of the Horn of Plenty.

“No Second Troy”

For the barter of the horn and all the good things of quiet nature with the old blower full of angry winds and an understanding heart.
While all hatred is banished, the soul regains its fundamental innocence, and at last, confident, self-assured, self-confident, learns that its own sweet will is the will of heaven. May she be happy, though all men stumble, though all the tempests blow, though all the storms rage.
And may the bridegroom bring her, ceremoniously, to the home to which all are accustomed, for pride and hatred are the products of the arteries. Can innocence and beauty only be born in habit and ritual? Ceremony is the name of the plentiful horn, and custom is the name of the spreading laurel tree.

“Easter, 1916”

Sudden blow: The big wings flapped on a shocking girl, her thighs were caressed by a dark net, and his neck was caught in his beak, holding his chest. Do you loosen your thighs? And why can the body placed in this white torrent feel the heartbeat of a strange heart lying down?
The trembling of the folds creates a broken wall, burning flame, tower, and a dead agary non.
Did he make his knowledge of his own power before he became a captive, controlled by the live blood of the atmosphere, and was indifferent and untrained before he dropped it?

“A Prayer for My Daughter”

It is not a country for the old man. Youth in each other's hands, birds in trees ... the generations dying in the song, salmon, sea, fish, meat, or birds ... While blessing all the summer things that are born and died ... It was all of the monuments of no n-growing intelligence that were involved in this sensual music.
The soul takes action and sings, [44] Singing in a loud voice according to the stumbling of the dead clothes, it is not a singing school, but the old man is a stick, unless you study the monument of your wonderfulness. Is it just a boring coat above? So I sailed the sea and came to the sacred city visentium.
The sages standing in the holy fire of God come from the holy fire, as in a golden mosaic on the wall, become Perne [45] in the corridor, and becomes a singer for my soul. I burn my heart, get sick in my desires, and be caught by an animal that died without knowing what it was.

“Leda and the Swan”

Once you leave nature, I will not take the shape of the body from anything of nature. Or, to be placed on a gold branch to sing to the past, or passed the past, or the lord or lady who should have passed or passed.
Walk in a long suspected school; an old nun with a white hood answer. Children are learning encryption and songs, studying books and stories, cutting, sewing, and doing everything in a modern way. [47] Sudden blow: The big wings are still flapped on a shocking girl, her thighs are caressed by a dark net, his neck is caught in his beak, helpless breasts in his chest. I was holding it. Do you loosen your thighs? And why can the body placed in this white torrent feel the heartbeat of a strange heart lying down?
The trembling of the folds creates a broken wall, burning flame, tower, and a dead agary non.

“Sailing to Byzantium”

Did he make his knowledge of his own power before he became a captive, controlled by the live blood of the atmosphere, and was indifferent and untrained before he dropped it?
It is not a country for the old man. Youth in each other's hands, birds in trees ... the generations dying in the song, salmon, sea, fish, meat, or birds ... While blessing all the summer things that are born and died ... It was all of the monuments of no n-growing intelligence that were involved in this sensual music.
The soul takes action and sings, [44] Singing in a loud voice according to the stumbling of the dead clothes, it is not a singing school, but the old man is a stick, unless you study the monument of your wonderfulness. Is it just a boring coat above? So I sailed the sea and came to the sacred city visentium.

“Among School Children”

The sages standing in the holy fire of God come from the holy fire, as in a golden mosaic on the wall, become Perne [45] in the corridor, and becomes a singer for my soul. I burn my heart, get sick in my desires, and be caught by an animal that died without knowing what it was.
Once you leave nature, I will not take the shape of the body from anything of nature. Or, to be placed on a gold branch to sing to the past, or passed the past, or the lord or lady who should have passed or passed.
Walk in a long suspected school; an old nun with a white hood answer. Children are learning encryption and songs, studying books and stories, cutting, sewing, and doing everything in a modern way. [47] Sudden blow: The big wings flapped on a shocking girl, her thighs were caressed by a dark net, his neck was caught in the beak and was helping his chest. 。 Do you loosen your thighs? And why can the body placed in this white torrent feel the heartbeat of a strange heart lying down?

“Byzantium”

The trembling of the folds creates a broken wall, burning flame, tower, and a dead agary non.
Did he make his knowledge of his own power before he became a captive, controlled by the live blood of the atmosphere, and was indifferent and untrained before he dropped it?
It is not a country for the old man. Youth in each other's hands, birds in trees ... the generations dying in the song, salmon, sea, fish, meat, or birds ... While blessing all the summer things that are born and died ... It was all of the monuments of no n-growing intelligence that were involved in this sensual music.

“Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop”

The soul takes action and sings, [44] Singing in a loud voice according to the stumbling of the dead clothes, it is not a singing school, but the old man is a stick, unless you study the monument of your wonderfulness. Is it just a boring coat above? So I sailed the sea and came to the sacred city visentium.
The sages standing in the holy fire of God come from the holy fire, as in a golden mosaic on the wall, become Perne [45] in the corridor, and becomes a singer for my soul. I burn my heart, get sick in my desires, and be caught by an animal that died without knowing what it was.
Once you leave nature, I will not take the shape of the body from anything of nature. Or, to be placed on a gold branch to sing to the past, or passed the past, or the lord or lady who should have passed or passed.

“The Circus Animals’ Desperation”

Walk in a long suspected school; an old nun with a white hood answer. Children are learning encryption and songs, studying books and stories, cutting, sewing, and doing everything in a modern way. [47]
I dreamed of the Redaia's body [48], but the body was bitten by fire, talking about a cruel or trivial event, which turned a young day into a tragedy.
And while thinking of this sadness and anger, I looked at the children or another child there, and if that child was standing this time-even the swan's daughter, all the rowing pedigree. I think it might have shared something-, and if my cheeks and hair had that color.

Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)

“Fuzzy Wuzzy”

Was the finger of Quattroquent [50] a cheek depression that he drank the wind and had a shadow confusion for meat? And I don't have enough wing s-it is better to laugh at all of them and have something like an old and comfortable scarecrow.

Her son will believe, struggling to escape the memory or drug to be determined to determine the memory or drugs that are shaped with honey of her generation [51] of honey [51]. Did you see this figure with more than 60 winter pain in winter, with his birth pain or compensation for his index uncertainty?

Plato thought about nature, but played on a fictional paradigm of things [52] hemoptysis. Aristotle [53] played the toes at the bottom of the king of the king. [54] Golden golden Pythagoras, which is famous worldwide, sang, fingered on the indifferent Musee spade and strings: old clothes to scare birds.

Both the nun and the mother worship the statue, but the light of those candles is not a vibrant of the mother's wak e-up, but a marble and bronze rest. What passions, religion and love know, and all the glory of all the heavens are symbolized, and it is a fake born of human business.

The work blooms and dances where the body is not damaged by the soul of pleasure. There is no beauty born from despair or wisdom from midnight oil. Chestnut trees, those who have roots and bloom, you are leaves, flowers, or beer [56]? The body dominated by the music, the shining eyes, will the dancer and dance be distinguished?

The images that are not outdated at that time are receding. Are the drunken soldiers of the emperor resting? The nocturnal charms are receding, the nocturnal songs walking after the cathedral. The domes of stars and moons[58] despise all that is human, all the simple complexities, all the intensity and veining of human veins. Before my eyes float man or shadow, more shadow than man, more image than shadow. The underworld, bound by the shrouds of mummy, can loosen its way. [59] A dry mouth cannot be called breath without breath. I salute the superman. From death to life, from life to death.
Wonders, birds and golden handiwork, wonders more than birds and handiwork, planted in golden bushes lit by the stars, like the faucet of the underworld crows,[60] or by the projected moon, I may loudly despise the glory of mundane birds and petals of mutable metals, and all the complexities of filth and blood.
In the midnight flames of the emperor, where the flames come, where the spirits come, and all the intricacies of mania are not mixed, dying in the dance, the agony of ecstasy, the agony of flames that cannot sing the sleeves. [62]
Straddle in the earth and blood of dolphins, spirit after spirit! Smithy cuts off the flood. The golden forge of the emperor! [63] The marble of the dance floor, the bitter furnace of intricacies, their images still produce fresh images, giving dolphins, making the seas stagger [64].
I met the bishop in the street, and very he and I said. The chest is flat, now falling, these veins must dry soon. They live in heavenly mansions, not some foul. "Fair and foul are inbred, and fair foul needs," I cried. "The friend is gone, but this is a truth that is not denied in the grave or in the bed.
"A woman can be proud and stern when in the intention of love; but love has cast her mansion into a place of superfluity; for what is not rent cannot be unique or complete."
I have sought something every day for about six weeks, and sought something in vain. Perhaps at last, the only broken man, I must be content in my heart, until old age sets in, when winter and summer have come, when my circus animals were all in show, when these boys, they bent over chariots, lions, women and the Lord knows what.

Pauline Johnson (1861–1913)

“The Song My Paddle Sings”

Let us list the earlier volumes. First, Oisin, galloping through the sea,[66] leads three enchanting islands before his nose, and speaks of fabled dreams, vain merriment, vain battle, vain rest, and themes of a restless mind that, or seem to adorn the songs of old and the spectacles of court. But how could I, who hungered for the breast of my bride, have any urge upon him?

Countess Kathleen " is the name I gave him. She, in pity, gave up her soul, but noble heaven intervened to save it. I thought my beloved [67] must destroy her soul, so that fanaticism and hatred enslaved her.

And when fools and blind men stole bread, Kouklein [68] fought the intolerable sea. There was a mystery of the heart, and yet when all was told, it was an enchanting dream itself: characters detached from the performance, to enrich the present and dominate the memory. The players and the depicted scenes received all my affections, and the symbolic did not.

These masterful images What did the message, fully grown in a clear mind, begin with? Running through rubbish heaps and roads, old kettles, old bottles, broken flasks, old iron, old bones, old rags, sluts with pasts. Now that my ladder is gone, I can only lie where all steps begin With the dirty rags and bones of the heart.

How would you describe the tone, voice and mood of this poem? Is it melancholic, frenetic or somewhere in between? How does Yeats describe this tone? How does it complement his theme?

What is alteration (glossary)? Find examples in "Lake Isle" and comment on its effect.

Identify the rhythm (glossary) and meter (glossary) of the poem and evaluate their effect on the theme.

How would you interpret the final line of this poem.

Why is this poem almost identical to Shakespeare's sonnets (glossary).
What does the poem reveal about Yeats's attitude towards Maud, who was married to another man when Yeats wrote this poem? Does he still love her? Does he not love her? Has he disappointed her?
The poem has an unusual rhythm, essentially an irregular iambic trimetre (glossary). Why do you think Yeats used this rhythm in this poem?
Explain the meaning of the poem's famous disclaimer, "A terrible beauty is born." Identify in your answer the type of figure of speech indicated by the phrase "a terrible beauty."
"Easter 1916" requires considerable knowledge of historical and biographical background. Does this need for knowledge add to or subtract from the poem's strength?
What personality traits and outlook on life does Yeats want for his daughter? How does Yeats' relationship with Maud Gonne affect his hopes?

A.E. Housman (1859–1936)

“Loveliest of Trees”

Why is there "great melancholy" in Yeats' mind as he writes this poem?

"A Prayer for My Daughter" is regular verse, mostly in iambic pentameter, with aabbcddc rhyme scheme. Note that in the sixth and seventh lines of each stanza (after the first line), Yeats switches to iambic pentamet. How does this change affect the theme of the poem?

“Is My Team Ploughing”

What are three features of the form and structure of "Leda and the Swan" that indicate it is a sonnet (see Glossary)?

What is evangelism in the Christian faith, and how and why does Yeats connect it to the events he describes in this poem?

In your own words, express the meaning of the question at the end of the sonnet.

Note the meter of the poem (see Glossary). Although regular, Yeats uses half rhymes frequently (see Glossary). What effect does this use of half rhyme serve?

Examine Yeats's biography and identify why he expresses dissatisfaction with his native Ireland at the beginning of the poem.

The desire to transcend death is a common theme in poetry. How does Yeats convey this theme in "A Voyage to Byzantium"? How does he hope to overcome death?

In "Among the Schoolchildren," Yeats seeks to find common ground between seemingly disparate objects, people, and ideas: nuns, mothers, and philosophers. Plato, Aristotle, Pythagoras, leaves, flowers, veins, music, dancers, dance. How does this desire for unity of purpose affect the theme of the poem?

To understand the poem, the reader needs a great deal of prior knowledge about the poet's life, philosophy, and mythology. What are the advantages and disadvantages of this prerequisite?

“Loveliest of Trees”

The poem's stanzas are Ottava rima (see Glossary). Why did Yeats choose this form for the poem?
Is "Byzantium" in regular or free verse (see Glossary)? Explain your answer.
What does Yeats, reincarnated as a golden bird, witness from the golden bough in the Emperor's palace? What are his moods and emotions as he watches the transformation?
The desire to express by Jates in the "departure to the visentium" and the fulfillment in "Vizantium" are described as forced, and some people say that some people are strange. How do you express the goals you want to achieve in these poems? Explain your answer.
What is a satire (see the term collection)? How is "Crazy Jane" a satire poetry?
What is the theme of this poem?

“Is My Team Ploughing”

This poem is a firs t-person story and is written in the revised ballad stanza (see glossary). Why did Jates choose this form for this poem?
What kind of fear does Jates express in this poem? How does he overcome that fear?
How do readers know that this poem is one of his last poems without referring to Jates's biography?
Explain the famous metaphor that concludes this poem.

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928)

“Drummer Hodge”

The Sudan expedition Army early strategy We fought many men in the sea. "Some were brave, some were not. Paisan [69], Zulu tribe, Burmese; but fuzzy [70] was the best lot. We are 'IM's Ha'Porth [71] I couldn't change the change: 'E was squatted on friction' He closed our terms and ' He played a cat and a banjo, and he is a "tasteful warrior". Give your certificate. If you want a sign, you will always go to join.

(1) We got a song in Caberl [73], (2) Bohua [74] defeated us to one miles, (3) the Burmese of the Iriwadd [75] Given (4) Zulu's impedish [76] ate us stylishly: But until the fuzzy [78] was done, only pop [77] was gained from them. According to the newspaper, "we have overtaken our bloomers," but the fuzzy hit us on e-o n-one. And "Fazy Wazi, you and you are toast for" Wife and Child ". Our order was to ruin you. We deceived you with Martin [79], but all are all. Contrary to the prospect, it was you again, Fazy Wase, who broke the block [80].

With a shield with a coffin's head and shovel drill, a fun day with the fuzzy will last a long time for a healthy day [81]. Well, Fazy Wazi, and friends who are no longer. But the gospel, we will call it a fair bargain, if you lose more than us, you crushed the square!

“The Ruined Maid”

When we run the car, the smoke rushes. When I'm alive, I only have sand and ginger, and when I'm dead, I usually do Shang Shan [82]. 'E' is Hinagiku [83], 'E' is a doky [84], and 'E' is a lamb [85]! I don't care about the British infantry Regiment! "You're an eater. You can't eat, but you can fight. With that" eyelick "head ... Black Beginning and broken the British army.

[The editors have many of the poems in this poem, edited by Ian Lankasher, "Representative Poetry."

Who is the speaker of this poem? Why did Kiping choose him as a representative of British existence in the Nile region?

FUZZY-WUZZY is a Sudani Hadandoian man who lives on the Nile, and they claimed to look as scary as possible and assault on the battlefield. What is the effect of the speaker using this word? What is the effect of calling the enemy in a singular manner?

What do you know about the speaker from how to use his words?

“The Convergence of the Twain”

When the speaker is talking, what kind of action do you do: "If you want, I'll be with you anytime." As a British soldier, what other attitudes do you think?

Why does the speaker respect the enemy? Are the Haddoors hoped to protect their hometown? What is the meaning of praising the tribes to break "A British Square" (mentioning Sudan's victory in the 1884 Battle of Tamai)?

How does poetry stanza and rhythm convey and supplement the meaning?

Reading this poem, what will Victorian readers expect to take on the issue of imperial war? With a shield with a coffin's head and shovel drill and struggling in the bushes, a fun day with the fuzzi will last a long time for a healthy Tommy [81]. Well, Fazy Wazi, and friends who are no longer. But the gospel, we will call it a fair bargain, if you lose more than us, you crushed the square!

[The editors have many of the poems in this poem, edited by Ian Lankasher, "Representative Poetry."

Who is the speaker of this poem? Why did Kiping choose him as a representative of British existence in the Nile region?

What do you know about the speaker from how to use his words?

When the speaker is talking, what kind of action do you do: "If you want, I'll be with you anytime." As a British soldier, what other attitudes do you think?

How does poetry stanza and rhythm convey and supplement the meaning?

“Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave”

Reading this poem, what will Victorian readers expect to take on the issue of imperial war? With a shield with a coffin's head and shovel drill, a fun day with the fuzzy will last a long time for a healthy day [81]. Well, Fazy Wazi, and friends who are no longer. But the gospel, we will call it a fair bargain, if you lose more than us, you crushed the square!

[The editors have many of the poems in this poem, edited by Ian Lankasher, "Representative Poetry."

Who is the speaker of this poem? Why did Kiping choose him as a representative of British existence in the Nile region?

What do you know about the speaker from how to use his words?

“Channel Firing” [99]

When the speaker is talking, what kind of action do you do: "If you want, I'll be with you anytime." As a British soldier, what other attitudes do you think?

How does poetry stanza and rhythm convey and supplement the meaning?

Reading this poem, what will Victorian readers expect to take on the issue of imperial war?

West wind, blow from the nest of the grassland, nature from the mountains, blow from the west. Sails are empty, sailor. West wind, we wait for you. Blow, blow! Thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle. Thou rockest thy cradle among the hills, and seest not my white lath. [87] I stow the sails, I undo the masts: I have wooed thee long, but is my wooing past? [87] My oars will give thee rest. [87] Sleepy west wind, sleep, sleep, sleep, on thy steep mountains, or beneath the sweep of the grasslands! "Now sleep, " Listen to the song of my oars. While I row, canoe and I, I drift, drift, Where hills rise on either side of the current.

The river flows on the rocky bed. My paddle moves forward. Dive, dive, dive, We slide on its breast as the surface rolls in foam.

The river flows fast, Whirlpools surround my bow, Whirl, swirl, ripples swirl!

And the surging mountains recede, halting their slack forever.

Be strong, row! Be courageous, canoe! Reckless waves to dive into. Row, row. On thy trembling keel, But my art never fears.

“The Man He Killed”

Rushing through the rapids, far ahead! The river slips through the silent bottom. Swing, swing, swing.

On the hills across the sky, the fir trees are singing lullabies.

Why does the speaker "sail" his canoe?

What is the effect of repeating the word halfway through each turn?

What figures of speech does Johnson use in this poem? To what effect?

“Drummer Hodge”

In what sense is "The Song My Paddle Sings" a narrative poem? What elements of suspense are there in this story?
Compare and contrast this poem with John Magee's "High Flight" and Lampman's "Morning on the Lievre".

“The Ruined Maid”

Listen to a musical version of "The Song My Paddle Sings".
The loveliest tree, the cherry tree, now strung with flowers along its branches, And stands round the woodland walks dressed in white for Easter. Now, of my sixty and ten years [88], twenty years are come no more. West wind, blow from the nest of the grassland, nature from the mountains, blow from the west. Vain sails, sailors. West wind, we wait for you. Blow, blow! Thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle. Thou rockest thy cradle among the hills, and seest not my white lath. [87] I stow my sails, I undo my masts: long have I wooed thee, but is my wooing past? [87] My oars shall give thee rest. [87] Sleep, sleep ... "Listen to the song of my oar. While I row, canoe and I, I drift, drift, Where hills rise on either side of the current.
The river flows on the rocky bed. My paddle moves forward. Dive, dive, dive, We slide on its chest as the surface rolls in foam.
The river flows fast, Whirlpools surround my bow, Whirl, swirl, ripples swirl!
And the surging mountains recede, halting their slack forever.
Be strong, row! Be courageous, canoe! Reckless waves to dive into. Row, row. On thy trembling keel, But my art never fears.

“The Convergence of the Twain”

Rush through the rapids, far ahead! The river slips through the silent bottom. Swing, swing, swing.
On the hills across the sky, the fir trees are singing a lullaby.
Why does the speaker "sail" his canoe?
What is the effect of repeating the word halfway through each turn?
What figures of speech does Johnson use in this poem? To what effect?
In what sense is "The Song My Paddle Sings" a narrative poem? What elements of suspense are there in this story?
Compare and contrast this poem with John Magee's "High Flight" and Lampman's "Morning on the Lievre".
Listen to a musical version of "The Song My Paddle Sings".

“Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave”

The loveliest tree, the cherry tree, now strung with flowers along its branches, And stands round the woodland walks dressed in white for Easter. Now, of my sixty years and ten years[88], twenty The years come no more. Blow, west wind, from the nest of the grassland, blow from the west, nature from the mountains. Vain sails, sailors. West wind, we wait for you. Blow, blow! Thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle, thou rockest thy cradle. Thou rockest thy cradle among the hills, and seest not my white lath. [87] I stow my sails, I undo my masts: long have I wooed thee, but is my wooing past? [87] My oars give thee rest. [87] Sleep, sleep ... "Listen to the song of my oar. While I row, canoe and I, I drift, drift, Where hills rise on either side of the current.
The river flows on the rocky bed. My paddle moves forward. Dive, dive, dive, We slide on its chest as the surface rolls in foam.

“Channel Firing”

The river flows fast, Whirlpools surround my bow, Whirl, swirl, ripples swirl!
And the surging mountains recede, halting their slack forever.
Be strong, row! Be courageous, canoe! Reckless waves to dive into. Row, row. On thy trembling keel, But my art never fears.
Rush through the rapids, far ahead! The river slips through the silent bottom. Swing, swing, swing.
On the hills across the sky, the fir trees are singing a lullaby.

“The Man He Killed”

Why does the speaker "set the sails" of his canoe?
What is the effect of repeating the word halfway through each turn?
What figures of speech does Johnson use in this poem? To what effect?
In what sense is "The Song My Paddle Sings" a narrative poem? What elements of suspense are there in this story?

Archibald Lampman (1861–1899)

“Morning on the Lievre” [103]

Compare and contrast this poem with John Magee's "High Flight" and Lampman's "Morning on the Lievre".

Listen to a musical version of "The Song My Paddle Sings".

The loveliest tree, the cherry tree, now strung with flowers along its branches, And stands round the woodland walks dressed in white for Easter. Now, of my sixty and ten years[88], twenty years are come no more.
And it's a bit of room to see things in Bloom Fifty Springs, so I'm going to see the cherry blossoms hanging on the snow for the forest.
"When I was alive, did my team drove me when I was driving while listening to the jingle sound of the harness?"
Oh, the horses step on them, and the harness is crumpled. Even if you lie down on the ground land, nothing will change.
"Is soccer doing on the riverbank?" The young people who follow the leather, I will not lift it now. "
The ball flies, and the young people play with the soul. The goal rises, and the keeper stands to keep the goal.
"Is my daughter happy, or is she lying in the eye because she was working hard to go?"

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)

“God’s Grandeur”

I'm not lying down to cry. Stay still, sleep.

"Is my friend rich?" I am thin and "" Can he sleep on a better bed than me? "
Yes, youth, lie down easily. I love my beloved person.
How old are the speakers of this poem?
What is the poem stage (time and place)?

Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)

“Goblin Market”

What is the purpose of the speaker in this poem?

What is the meaning of the word revival festival?

What cycles are the second stanza and how are Easters and nature connected?

What is the theme of this poem?

According to Thomas Hardy's widow, this poem was Hardy Housman's favorite poem. Please compare it with Ah, are You Digging in My Grave? "

What type of this poem is among the three types of sarcastic, casual irony, and dramatic irony? discussion.

Check out the singing of Ian Bostridge of Ralph Vorn Williams's "IS MY TEAM ORMING". How does this singer emphasize the relevance between the living and the dead?

Dr. Joseph Mersand has pointed out that Verno Williams has cut Stanza 3 and 4 in the Suropshire Radd version. (A Shropshire Lad, P. 82). Do you like Houseman's original or Voven Williams?

The drummer, Hodge, is resting without rest-his landmark is Copye Crest [89], which cuts the belt [90]. And the foreign constellation heads west on his mound every night.

The young drummer, Hodge, has just come from his hometown of Wesex, a large karoo [91], a silver filled with shrubs, a dus t-filled silver, and why he must fly to see the mysterious stars in the grom. I didn't know.

But some part of this unknown plain will last forever; its homely northern chest and brain will grow on some southern tree, and strange constellations will rule its stars forever.

"O Melia[92], my love! Who could have imagined I should meet you in the city? And where did such beautiful garments, such flourishing garments, come from? "Didn't you know I was ruined?" she said. "You left us on the table, shoes and stockings on, tired of digging potatoes, wrecked the wharf[93], and now you have three glittering bracelets and bright wings!" he said.

-At Burton's house[94], you said, "and you," and Tick-O'rn," and Thes-O'rn, "and the other"? But now you've spoken enough of High Company! "He said.

- But now I am fascinated by those thin cheeks.- We never work even in ruin.

- "You used to call your house a dream house, and sighed and wore socks [95]. But now you seem to know neither megrim [96] nor melancholy! "That's right. People live even in destruction.

- "I wish I had wings, and wore a fine dress, and had a fine face, and could change the town!" - "Oh, I can't expect that from a humble country girl like you. You don't destroy," she said.

(Lines from the Titanic disaster)i

In the solitude of the sea, deep away from the vanity and pride of life of the man who designed her, Steely Clutch said this.

The steel room slowly turns into the pyrite of the salamander fire, the cold current, and the rhythmic harp of the tides.

On the mirror, the rich services of the sea glitter.

The jewel of joy, made to free the sensual heart, lay sad, black, blind and open in all its glory.

The faint moon, beside its gaze on the gilded gears, asks: "What is this ostentatious being doing here?...

Well: while tending to this winged creature, the Indweller would disturb and urge all.

She provided a companion, so lovely, so menacing in the shape of ice.

Feature Poet: Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

Introduction

And as the clever ship grew larger, more graceful, more nuanced, so did the iceberg grow in the shadowy, silent distance.

An alien? To the human eye, the intimate bond of their subsequent history is invisible,

Or, showing that the twin halves of the August events have been bent by a congruent course,

until the spinner of the year says, "Now!" and then, all listen, the consummation comes and joins the two hemispheres.

"Oh, are you digging my grave, my love? "No: Yesterday I married one of the most glorious riches. "Now I cannot hurt her," he said.

"And who will dig my grave, my nearest and dearest kinsman?" "Oh, no. - "Oh, no. They sit and think, "Oh, no! What good is it to plant flowers? No sense of that mound can lose its spirit from the jinn of death [98]."

"But is someone digging my grave? Is he aiding my enemy, the evil one? No: when she heard that you had passed, early or late, through the gate that closed the other side of the body, she thought that no more hatred was rewarded, and she cared not for your lying.

"And who is digging my grave? Tell me! It is I, my lady, your little dog. " "Still lives nearby. " "Am I not disturbing your rest by being here? " "Ah, yes! Are you thinking of my grave? Are you thinking of my grave? What human emotion can be equal to the faithfulness of a dog! " "I dug your grave, my lady, to bury my bones. I am sorry, but I forgot that it was a resting place. " "That night your big guns shook our coffins and broke our kayaks while we lay.

"And sat up straight. While the Doreathime arose the howling of the awakened hounds: the mouse fell on the altar-gramophone, the earthworm returned to the mound,

the cow greaves [101]. Until God called: "No. It is a gunnery practice at sea, just as it was before you sank. The world is as it was before:

Poems

39 [I never lost as much but twice -] [121]

"All the nations are trying to make the red war redder. Madmen like hatters, for Christ's sake, will do no more than you who are powerless in such matters.

"It is fortunate that this is not the time of judgment.

112 [Success is counted sweetest]

"Ha ha ha. If I blow my trumpet, it will be hotter (for if I do, you are men and rest is eternally desperate)."

And so we fell again. "I wonder, will the world always be healthier than when it brought us down from an indifferent century," said one.

And many skeletons shook his head. "If I preached for 40 years, I should have put up with a pipe and beer," said his neighbor, Person Triton.

124 [Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -]

Again, the gunshot broke down, and the tower of the Starton [102], the Camelot, and the Stonehenge, the stars, made the revenge.

"If he and I met in an old inn, we sat and had some cigarettes!

202 [“Faith” is a fine invention]

"But he walked as a pedestrian, looked at his face, I shot him as if he had shot me, and killed him where he was standing.

207 [I taste a liquor never brewed -]

"Because he was my enemy, it's clear.

"He, probably, the mad-like-like me-I went out of business-he sold the trap-there was no other reason."

"Yes. It's an ol d-fashioned and mysterious war! Shooting and killing friends, if you meet at a bar, you will be the people of Karasu, or you will get a hal f-crown.

What place, what kind of war is set?

236 [Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -]

Compare the same points mentioned in Rupert Brook's "soldier" with Stanza 3 points.

What does the word "ruin" mean?

Please check the word MAID. What does the word in the title mean?

269 [Wild Nights -Wild Nights!]

The number of speakers, how to use the hyphen, who speaks first and who speaks at the end.

Please explain your former colleagues.

Can you distinguish between two women?

320 [ There’s a certain Slant of light]

What are the main irony?

What year has the Titanic sinking?

Define both nouns in the title.

Put the grammatical subject at the beginning of the sentence and paraphrase the first stanza.

340 [I felt a Funeral, in my Brain]

Who is the pride?

How does the modification emphasize the subject?

How is God drawn? How is the divinity depicted in "please enjoy me?"

What is a wing creature?

Clarify the marriage metaphor in this poem.

355 [It was not Death, for I stood up]

Clarify the main irony and its type in this poem.

Compare this poem with Houseman's "Is My Team Ploughing?"

What are the Bible events mentioned by this poem?

Who is the speaker?

How does Hardy use humor to make a serious point about war?

How is this pessimistic?

359 [A Bird, came down the Walk -]

Discuss the theme of the three thesises mentioned in the last two lines.

Comment on how the speaker is characteristic.

Why were soldiers recruited?

Please give an ironic specific example in Section 3 and the last section. What is the concept of "quaint" and "strange"?

How will Hardy's hyphen use the meter and theme?

409 [The Soul selects her own Society -]

In our sky, Kakes barks his small eyes [104] in the daytime, covered with gold and amethyst [105], hiding somewhere, like a steam coming out of the giant blacksmith. Soft like clouds, the sky goes up, the sky goes down, and the river. The splash of the paddle is just interrupted while shaking a small silver water drops from the depth of the silence of the morning silence in the forest, which is still sleeping. And the river flows over the fo g-covered light line, shining purple and gray, like a mirror.

The reeds are overgrown, the gentle rivers absorb the water flowing out of the stream, and the people of the sculpture (Jako) look into the submerged debris of the wood that ran through the sky long ago, sneaked in, and suddenly seven duck. Stands up while swinging, stretches the seven necks, one bird ahead, two birds behind, and all other ducks with arrows, and steadily like the wind. While blowing the whistle, pass through the purple shadow.

Compare this poem with the other two poems who studied the effects of nature's beauty.

479 [ Because I could not stop for Death -]

Why do you know that this poem is a free poem?

Identify the metaphor in the first stanza of this poem. Is that metaphor appropriate and effective?

How does the poet use "Sky Below" in the second stanza?

What is the condition, atmosphere, and tone of this poem?

What is the effect of change in the last stanza?

Watch the movie of "Levre" produced by the Canadian National Film Production Agency. Does this movie deepen the appreciation of this poem? Explain your answer.

519 [This is my letter to the World]

The world has the greatness of God. It disappears, as if it emits a shine from the foil. It is collected in a shine, like a drop of oil [107]. Why do people don't smell the reeds [108] now? How many generations have you stepped, stepped, and stepped on? And everything is cooked in transactions, discolored by labor, and dirty. And he wears human dirt and shares the human smell. But nature has never been exhausted. The deepest thing is breathing in depth. And the last light from the black west has disappeared, but in the morning, it springs out on the brown edge of the eastern. In our sky, Kakes barks his small eyes [104] in the daytime, covered with gold and amethyst [105], hiding somewhere like a steam coming out of the giant blacksmith. I am. Soft like clouds, the sky goes up, the sky goes down, and the river. The splash of the paddle is just interrupted while shaking a small silver water drops from the depth of the silence of the morning silence in the forest, which is still sleeping. And the river flows over the fo g-covered light line, shining purple and gray, like a mirror.

591 [I heard a Fly buzz -when I died -]

Compare this poem with the other two poems who studied the effects of nature's beauty.

Why do you know that this poem is a free poem?

Identify the metaphor in the first stanza of this poem. Is that metaphor appropriate and effective?

How does the poet use "Sky Below" in the second stanza?

598 [The Brain -is wider than the Sky -]

What is the condition, atmosphere, and tone of this poem?

What is the effect of change in the last stanza?

Watch the movie of "Levre" produced by the Canadian National Film Production Agency. Does this movie deepen the appreciation of this poem? Explain your answer.

620 [Much Madness is divinest Sense -]

The world has the greatness of God. It disappears, as if it emits a shine from the foil. It is collected in a shine, like a drop of oil [107]. Why do people don't smell the reeds [108] now? How many generations have you stepped, stepped, and stepped on? And everything is cooked in transactions, discolored by labor, and dirty. And he wears human dirt and shares the human smell. But nature has never been exhausted. The deepest thing is breathing in depth. And the last light from the black west has disappeared, but in the morning, it springs out on the brown edge of the eastern. In our sky, Kakes barks his small eyes [104] in the daytime, covered with gold and amethyst [105], hiding somewhere, like a steam coming out of the giant blacksmith. Soft like clouds, the sky goes up, the sky goes down, and the river. The splash of the paddle is just interrupted while shaking a small silver water drops from the depth of the silence of the morning silence in the forest, which is still sleeping. And the river flows over the fo g-covered light line, shining purple and gray, like a mirror.

656 [I started Early -Took my Dog -]

Compare this poem with the other two poems who studied the effects of nature's beauty.

Why do you know that this poem is a free poem?

Identify the metaphor in the first stanza of this poem. Is that metaphor appropriate and effective?

How does the poet use "Sky Below" in the second stanza?

What is the condition, atmosphere, and tone of this poem?

706 [I cannot live with You -]

What is the effect of change in the last stanza?

Watch the movie of "Levre" produced by the Canadian National Film Production Agency. Does this movie deepen the appreciation of this poem? Explain your answer.

Compare and contrast this sonnet with Wordsworth's "The World is Too Much with Us."

To what extent is the theme of this poem, written in the mid-19th century, relevant to our time?

In the context of the poem, why will mankind never destroy nature?

How do Hopkin's words and style reinforce the relationship between mankind and the natural world as depicted by the poet in the poem's Octave?

The maids in the morning and evening heard the shouts of the fairies: "Please come to buy the fruits in the orchard, buy, buy, apple, species, orange, plump cherries, melons and raspberries, Wild freedom, crabs, crabs, escape, pine, blackberry, strawberry, let's buy it together in the summer weather. From the tree to fresh grapes, pomegranates, dates and sharp bands [110], rare pear and green gauge, Damson and bilberry, taste and taste: Karanto, Suguri, bright fir e-like barberry. [111] Sitron from the south, Sweet from the southern tongue, and come to buy it at the dawn. Listed, "Let's lie down," Laura said, "Don't look at the guys in the goblin, don't buy their fruits. Who shouted, "Laura, Laura, goblin men," he knew, "Laura, Laura,"? Lizzie laid a mat

Laura extends his shining neck, like a hurry swan, like a lily of Beck [114], like a poplar's moonlit night branch. Mids in the morning and evening heard the shouts of the fairies: "Please come to buy the fruits in the orchard, buy, buy, apple, species, lemon and orange, plump cherries, melon. Raspberry, wild freedom, crab, escape, pine, blackberry, strawberry, let's buy it together, buy it. From our grapes to fresh grapes, pomegranates, perfect, high quality, dating and sharp bands, rare pears, green gauge, damson and bilberry, tasted and tasted: Calanto, Suguri, bright fire. Barberries [111], Ichijiku, Citron from the south, and I can buy it between the brook side. Listing, Lizzy blushed, "Let's lie down," Laura said, "I shouldn't see the goblin men. No, what kind of soil they knew, "Laura, Laura, goblin men," Lizzie laid a mat

Laura extends his shining neck, like a hurry swan, like a lily of Beck [114], like a poplar's moonlit night branch. The maids in the morning and evening heard the shouts of the fairies: "Please come to buy the fruits in the orchard, buy, buy, apple, species, orange, plump cherries, melons and raspberries, Wild freedom, crabs, crabs, escape, pine, blackberry, strawberry, let's buy it together in the summer weather. From the tree to fresh grapes, pomegranates, dates and sharp bands [110], rare pear and green gauge, Damson and bilberry, taste and taste: Karanto, Suguri, bright fir e-like barberry. [111] Sitron from the south, Sweet from the southern tongue, and come to buy it at the dawn. Listed, "Let's lie down," Laura said, "Don't look at the guys in the goblin, don't buy their fruits. Who shouted, "Laura, Laura, goblin men," he knew, "Laura, Laura,"? Lizzie laid a mat

Laura extends his shining neck, like a hurry swan, like a lily of Beck [114], like a poplar's moonlit night branch.

When Glenn looked back in the shadow of the moss, the goblin men repeatedly shouted, "Come to buy and come to buy." They came to the stock where Laura was on the moss and brought out each other with his brother and brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One started knitting the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee (men do not sell this in any town). One of them threw the golden weight of a plate and fruit and offered her: "Buy, buy, and buy." Laura was watching, but he was not stuck, was in love, but he didn't have any money. "Pretty Polly," Aum and Jolly, "shouted, Pretty Goblin, whistling like a bird. When Glenn turned behind the moss, the goblin men said," For buying. Come, come to buy. " When Laura came to the stock where he was on the moss, he took each other like his brother and his brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One began to knit the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee. Glenn looked back in the shadow of the moss, and the guobelin men repeatedly shouted, "Come to buy and buy it." They came to the stock where Laura was on the moss and brought out each other with his brother and brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One started knitting the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee (men do not sell this in any town). One of them threw the golden weight of a plate and fruit and offered her: "Buy, buy, and buy." Laura was watching, but he was not stuck, was in love, but he didn't have any money. "Pretty Polly," Aum and Jolly, "shouted, Pretty Goblin, whistling like a bird. When Glenn turned behind the moss, the goblin men said," For buying. Come, come to buy. " When Laura came to the stock where he was on the moss, he took each other like his brother and his brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One began to knit the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee. When Glenn looked back in the shadow of the moss, the goblin men repeatedly shouted, "Come to buy and come to buy." They came to the stock where Laura was on the moss and brought out each other with his brother and brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One started knitting the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee (men do not sell this in any town). One of them threw the golden weight of a plate and fruit and offered her: "Buy, buy, and buy." Laura was watching, but he was not stuck, was in love, but he didn't have any money. "Pretty Polly," Aum and Jolly, "shouted, Pretty Goblin, whistling like a bird. When Glenn turned behind the moss, the goblin men said," For buying. Come, come to buy. " When Laura came to the stock where he was on the moss, he took each other like his brother and his brother. From my brother to my brother, from my brother to the cunning younger brother, we signaled each other. One put on the basket and one put a dish. One began to knit the crown with holes, leaves and rough coffee.

764 [My Life had stood -a Loaded Gun -]

However, the sweet tooth Laura hurriedly said: My wallet has no copper and silver. All my money is in the wavy hair on a rusted Heather in stormy weather. " "Your head has a lot of money." They answered at all. He broke precious golden locks, shed more tears than pearls, and sucked their fruit fair or red: more sweet than honey from rock [115], and stronger than wine to revive people. , Pure than the water flowing through the juice. I have never tasted something like this. He spoke most of the fruits brought from the unknown orchard, sucked and exhausted. She drank until her lips hurt. Later, she abandoned the empty light, but gathered the core stone and went home without knowing it at night or afternoon. Lizzy greeted her on a wise upgrade portal. Genie meets them in the moonlight, get their favorite things like many gifts, eat their fruits and wear flowers at 46 o'clock in the summer. Don't you remember what? However, at noon, he fell and left. The ancestor

A golden head on a golden head, like two pigeons in a nest, folded in each other's wings, lying on a curtain: like two flowers on a stalk, like two flecks of newborn snow, like two rods of ivory with gold for an ominous king. The moon and the stars watched them, the wind sang to them, the carpenter's owl flew, and the club did not whip them from behind to rest. Early in the morning, when the first cock cried out in alarm, Laura Rose, neat as a bee, sweet and busy, was with Lizzie: drenched in honey, pushing cattle, smiling faces, putting in rights, kneading white wheat cakes, cakes for delicious mouths to eat, next butter, whipping cream, feeding their poultry, sitting and sewing. Lizzie opened her heart, and Laura, without dreams or content, a sickly part? Simple joys of the day, and a longing for the night.

They took the pitcher and set off to Reedy Brook. Lizzie looked more relaxed, Laura was on fire. They pulled the gourd out of the deep water. Lizzie removed the banner of purple and rich gold,[116] and then introduced "Going Home": "The setting sun washes this high crag. Now, Laura, the maiden is no longer late, the squirrel is no more, the beast and the bird are early asleep. But Laura said she had fallen still between rides, the bank was steep. And she said the hour was yet early, the dew was not fallen, the wind was not cold: "Come buy, come buy," and the usual cries and the cadenced jingles of sugar-laced words were not heard. The herds who were setting traps along the glen, or the fruit-traders' men, in groups or singly, were dashing. Lizzy urged: "Come on, Laura. I hear the berries croaking, but I dare not look. The stars rise, the moon bends its bow, the glow sparks, and let us get home before the night darkens. This is summer weather, but the clouds may gather, put out the lights, and make us plummet. What shall we do if we get lost?"

Laura knew that her sister was listening to her voice alone, and she became cold like a stone. Then, shouldn't she buy such a fruit anymore? Will he no longer find a pasture [117], can't hear it, and lose his eyes? The tree of life fell from the root: She did not say a word about the pain in my heart. However, through fermentation, she was sinking in the house, and her pitcher was hanging all the time. So she fell on the bed and was silent until Lizzy fell asleep. Then she sat in a passionate longing, bruised on abuse of desire, and cried as if her heart was broken.

Every day, every night, Laura was in vain in a noisy silence of excessive pain. I didn't hear the goblin's shout, saying, "come to buy and buy to buy." She fell down when the beautiful full moon rose rapidly and the flame burned out.

One day, she remembered the core and put it on the sout h-facing wall. She cried and took out the core, hoped that the roots would grow, and saw waxing light, but nothing came. He never saw the sun and did not feel the moisture running. While dreaming of melon with the sinking eyes and faded mouth, travelers look at the fake waves that burn in the shade of sand in the shade of leaves in the drauss desert.

1096 [A narrow Fellow in the Grass]

He no longer cleaned the house, did not take care of birds or cows, no honey, did not ferment wheat mochi, and did not draw water from the stream.

Lizzie couldn't afford to be with her sister, but couldn't share the offer. In the evening and morning, the shouts of the fairies were heard: "Buy our fruits, buy, buy," Brook is along Glen. I heard the footsteps of goblin men. Brook wanted to buy fruits to comfort Laura, but he was afraid to shop expensive. She remembered Genie, who was supposed to be a bride in front of the grave. However, the cheerful bride wanted to get sick and died in a cheerful. In the early winter, when the first glaze is hooked, when the first snow in the winter falls.

Lizzy put silver coins in his wallet, kissed Laura, crossed the heath of twilight Faze, and stopped in Brook. For the first time in his life, she listened and began to look away.

Out of sight, she laughed at all the goblins: she slapped, she flew, she ran, she leapt, she foamed, she puffed, she grinned, she smacked, she mowed, she flipped, she gurgled, she swept, she mowed, Like a cat or a mouse, Like a rat or a wombat, Like a scurrying snail, Like a parrot or a whistler, Like a helter skelter, Like a skipping gallop, Like a kisser. He pushed her and stroked her. We stretched out their plates, panniers, and dishes: "Look at our russet and dun apples, look at our cherries, our peaches, yellow and dates, grapes for the question, pears red in the sun, plums on the branches? pomegranates, figs."

"Lizzy held up her apron and handed them her coins. "No, make a place with us and dine with us." They replied with a smile: "Our feast is only just beginning. The night is early, warm, cool, wake and stars: fruits such as these no man can bear. Half their blossoms will fly, half their dew will dry, half their taste will pass away. "Thank you," said Lizzy. "Thank you," said Lizzy: "So, without further quarrel, if you will not sell me any fruit, give me back the silver coin I threw at you, however much it may be." They began to claw at her father, no longer moving, but flickering, but visibly, grumbling and writhing. Someone called her proud, a cross, an anomaly. Their sounds were loud and failing, their expressions were evil. With their tails on, they clamped her down, dug, dug, clawed, barked, screamed, beat, mocked, tore her dress, soiled her hut, dug her hair by the roots, sealed her in her soft legs. Her hands forced the fruit into her mouth to eat.

Lizzie, white and gold, stood like a lily floating in the flood, like a stunned blue stone rock bursting at high tide, like a lighthouse escaping alone into the ocean with a golden flame, -like an orange tree covered with a roof of fruit, stained white with honey blossoms.

1263 [Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -]

You can lead a horse to water, but you can't drink it. Even if handcuffed by the goblin, hugged, fighting, bullied, begged, scratched, squeezed black like ink, kicked, beaten, scolded, and stupid, Lizzy is one. I didn't say anything. Even though he was scolded and ridiculed, Lizzy did not speak a word. However, she smiled in her heart, feeling the soybit of the chin, stuck in her chin, and felt the soup of the juice with a trembling throat like tofu. Finally, the evil men were exhausted by her resistance and threw her penny back. Some fell on the ground, some jumped into the stall with noise, some fell into a storm without sound, and some disappeared far away.

Lizzie went on his way, making a clever, painful, crouching voice. I didn't know if it was noon or night. Lizzie jumped on the bank, cracked fur, thrown a thread, stabbed, and heard the sound of coins in his wallet. She ran around, as if a goblin was afraid of driving away her, but no goblin was chased. However, the goblin did not follow, and fear did not pierce her. A gentle heart carved a rhythm, rushed to go home with a quick breath, and invited a close laugh.

1773 [My life closed twice before its close]

She called "Laura" in the garden. Kiss me. Don't touch my bruise, hug, kiss, suck my juice, and give you a squeezed thing from the gnome fruit. Eat, drink, love. Laura, loving me: For you, I had to endure with courage and deal with goblin merchants. "

Laura stood up from a chair and raised his hands to bind his hair: "Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted forbidden fruit for me? Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted the forbidden fruit for me? Your light is hidden, your youthful life is lost, you have to be destroyed in my ruin? I kissed and kissed: "Tears renewed her shrinking eyes again, and falls like rain after a long and humid rain. [119] While trembling with fear and pain, he kissed her She kissed her with a hungry mouth, but she was handcuffed, fought, and pleaded. He was scratched, squeezed black like ink, was kicked, beaten, scolded, and even if he was scolded, Lizzy was a word. She did not emit her, but she was finally laughed in her heart, staying in her chin, and feeling the trembling throat. They were exhausted by her resistance, and some of her pennies collapsed to the ground, some jumped into the storm without sound, and one was far away. It disappeared.

Activities

Lizzie went on his way, making a clever, painful, crouching voice. I didn't know if it was noon or night. Lizzie jumped on the bank, cracked fur, thrown a thread, stabbed, and heard the sound of coins in his wallet. She ran around, as if a goblin was afraid of driving away her, but no goblin was chased. However, the goblin did not follow, and fear did not pierce her. A gentle heart carved a rhythm, rushed to go home with a quick breath, and invited a close laugh.
She called "Laura" in the garden. Kiss me. Don't touch my bruise, hug, kiss, suck my juice, and give you a squeezed thing from the gnome fruit. Eat, drink, love. Laura, loving me: For you, I had to endure with courage and deal with goblin merchants. "
Laura stood up from a chair and raised his hands to bind his hair: "Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted forbidden fruit for me? Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted the forbidden fruit for me? Your light is hidden, your youthful life is lost, you have to be destroyed in my ruin? I kissed and kissed: "Tears renewed her shrinking eyes again, and falls like rain after a long and humid rain. [119] While trembling with fear and pain, he kissed her She can kiss her with a hungry mouth, but she is handcuffed, bullied, and pleaded. Even if he was squeezed black, kicked, beaten, scolded, and was foolish, Lizzy was scolded, but even if he was stupid. However, she smiled in her heart, staying in her face, stuck in her chin, and the trembling throat. Tired of her resistance, some of her pennies collapsed to the ground, some jumped into the storm without sound, and some disappeared far away. It was.
Lizzie went on his way, making a clever, painful, crouching voice. I didn't know if it was noon or night. Lizzie jumped on the bank, cracked fur, thrown a thread, stabbed, and heard the sound of coins in his wallet. She ran around, as if a goblin was afraid of driving away her, but no goblin was chased. However, the goblin did not follow, and fear did not pierce her. A gentle heart carved a rhythm, rushed to go home with a quick breath, and invited a close laugh.
She called "Laura" in the garden. Kiss me. Don't touch my bruise, hug, kiss, suck my juice, and give you a squeezed thing from the gnome fruit. Eat, drink, love. Laura, loving me: For you, I had to endure with courage and deal with goblin merchants. "
Laura stood up from a chair and raised his hands to bind his hair: "Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted forbidden fruit for me? Lizzy, Lizzy, I tasted the forbidden fruit for me? Your light is hidden, your youthful life is lost, you have to be destroyed in my ruin? I kissed and kissed: "Tears renewed her shrinking eyes again, and falls like rain after a long and humid rain. [119] While trembling with fear and pain, he kissed her I kissed her with a hungry mouth.
Her lips began to burn, and the juices made maggots rise on her tongue. Her hair flowed like a torch carrying a runner at full speed, like a horse's mane in flight, like an eagle heading straight from the light to the sun, like a cage set free, like a flag for an army on its run.
Swift's fire pierced her veins, struck her heart, met the throbbing flame there and extinguished her own little flame. She wrote bitterly without a name! Like a clock tower in a city destroyed by earthquake, like a bolt of lightning, like a tree through the wind, like sparkling water through the water, the sea finally fell. Past oldness, past suffering, is it death or life?
Life from death. That night Lizzie watched beside her, measured the rhythm of her pulse, felt her breathing, held water to her lips, cooled her face with tears and fan leaves: Laura woke from her dream, laughed innocently as of old, and embraced Lizzie, not twice, not thrice. Not a streak of gray in her light hair, her breath sweet as May, and light dancing in her eyes.
Days, weeks, months, years later, when they were married and had children of their own, their maternal audience faced their fears, and their lives linked into a tender one. Laura called to her little ones and told them stories of her early days, and of the joyous days far from the time she would never send out. (The fruit is like honey to the throat, but poison in the blood (for no such fruit is sold in any town). To cheer her up, and to obtain the fiery antidote, he tells her how she is in danger of death: In calm and in storm, she helps a man on his weary journey, helps him when he deceives, lifts him when he strikes him down, and strengthens him when he stands.)
Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amerst, Massachusetts. Her family was famous in the local community. His father has been a lawyer as a politician and a federal parliament.
Emily went to Amaster School and enrolled in Mount Horiyoke College. The curriculum gave a preferential treatment for gospel Christianity, incompatible with Emily's independence and free thinking.
Return to Homested, a spacious home of Amaster, and spend most of his life there. She loves home life-baking bread, has been taking care of a beautiful scented garden, and is an intelligent life-reader, poet, writer of a letter. there were. She wrote nearly 1, 800 poems in her life.
There was a close friendship, but it tended to be confirmed almost every day by long letters to write. There were friends at school and some elderly men. One is a local newspaper editor, one of the few editors who published her poetry. The other was Charles Wazworth, a Philadelphia evangelist. They were regularly communicated, but few letters remain. The other was the "Atlantic Monsthy" editor, Thomas Higinson, who refused to publish her poetry, but began to go to a highly motivated poet. The later correspondence partner was Massachusetts's judge Otis Road, who may have been romantic in Emily after his wife died in December 1877, but did not develop into romance.
She nor her sister Lavinia did not get married. There were too many young people who left Amagst to aim for a gain in a gold rush or to go to the Civil War. Few men were able to seek the upstrea m-class woman. And in poetry like "I Cannot Live With You", Emily expresses the resistance to getting married and losing the independent identity of his wife and mother. Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amaster, Massachusetts. Her family was famous in the local community. His father has been a lawyer as a politician and a federal parliament.
Emily went to Amaster School and enrolled in Mount Horiyoke College. The curriculum gave a preferential treatment for gospel Christianity, incompatible with Emily's independence and free thinking.
Return to Homested, a spacious home of Amaster, and spend most of his life there. She loves home life-baking bread, has been taking care of a beautiful scented garden, and is an intelligent life-reader, poet, writer of a letter. there were. She wrote nearly 1, 800 poems in her life.
There was a close friendship, but it tended to be confirmed almost every day by long letters to write. There were friends at school and some elderly men. One is a local newspaper editor, one of the few editors who published her poetry. The other was Charles Wazworth, a Philadelphia evangelist. They were regularly communicated, but few letters remain. The other was the "Atlantic Monsthy" editor, Thomas Higinson, who refused to publish her poetry, but began to go to a highly motivated poet. The later correspondence partner was Massachusetts's judge Otis Road, who may have been romantic in Emily after his wife died in December 1877, but did not develop into romance.
She nor her sister Lavinia did not get married. There were too many young people who left Amagst to aim for a gain in a gold rush or to go to the Civil War. Few men were able to seek the upstrea m-class woman. And in poetry like "I Cannot Live With You", Emily expresses the resistance to getting married and losing the independent identity of his wife and mother. Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amerst, Massachusetts. Her family was famous in the local community. His father has been a lawyer as a politician and a federal parliament.
Emily went to Amaster School and enrolled in Mount Horiyoke College. The curriculum gave a preferential treatment for gospel Christianity, incompatible with Emily's independence and free thinking.
Return to Homested, a spacious home of Amaster, and spend most of his life there. She loves home life-baking bread, has been taking care of a beautiful scented garden, and is an intelligent life-reader, poet, writer of a letter. there were. She wrote nearly 1, 800 poems in her life.
There was a close friendship, but it tended to be confirmed almost every day by long letters to write. There were friends at school and some elderly men. One is a local newspaper editor, one of the few editors who published her poetry. The other was Charles Wazworth, a Philadelphia evangelist. They were regularly communicated, but few letters remain. The other was the "Atlantic Monsthy" editor, Thomas Higinson, who refused to publish her poetry, but began to go to a highly motivated poet. The later correspondence partner was Massachusetts's judge Otis Road, who may have been romantic in Emily after his wife died in December 1877, but did not develop into romance.
She nor her sister Lavinia did not get married. There were too many young people who left Amagst to aim for a gain in a gold rush or to go to the Civil War. Few men were able to seek the upstrea m-class woman. And in poetry like "I Cannot Live With You", Emily expresses the resistance to getting married and losing the independent identity of his wife and mother.
In 1882, she was heartbroken by the death of her nephew Gilbert. Her deepest friendship was with Susan, Austin's wife and sister-in-law. She confided in Austin, sent her her poems, and asked for constructive criticism. Their relationship was close, at least in the opinion of some biographers, though sometimes contentious. Susan and her family lived next door to Emily's house. The two houses are now the Emily Dickinson Museum.
Emily died in 1886, probably of kidney disease. She had asked Lavinia to destroy the letters that were piled up in her dresser drawers. Lavinia destroyed the letters, an immeasurable loss to the history of American literature, but saved the poems, an immeasurable gift to world literature. Mabel Loomis Todd, her brother's mistress, wife of an Amherst College professor and another friend of Emily's, recognized the greatness of Emily's work. With Higginson's help, she arranged for the publication of a selection of poems, giving preference to poems with regular rhythm and rhyme, giving them titles that Emily did not have, and even changing the content of some poems to be more conventional. The book was published in 1890. Many more books of poems followed, culminating in the publication of R. W. Franklin's Variorum edition of The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1998.

Robert Browning (1812–1889)

“Porphyria’s Lover”

Dickinson wrote about 2000 poems. Her themes are mundane but complex: nature, faith, and death. Nature is beautiful, a tonic for troubled minds. But it also has a dark side, with birds biting earthworms in half and eating them raw, and snakes looming ominously through the grass. God's love can comfort us - if God exists. "Faith is a fine invention," he writes, but he recommends turning to science for answers to certain questions. The soul is immortal: death is not the end of existence. In poems like "For I Couldn't Stop for Death," death is not the end of existence. But in "Safe in Their Alabaster Chambers," the dead seem lifeless. He didn't write much about love, although the passion in poems like "Wild Night, Wild Night" suggests an unexpected longing for physical intimacy.

She writes many wonderful poems about her fragile health. One of the few travels from Ammerst was to go to Boston to see an ophthalmologist on the problem of visual acuity. Her unstable mental state, that is, the constitution that is susceptible to depression appears in poetry such as "The is a Certain Slant of Light" and "I Felt A Funeral in My Brain".
Similarly, Dickinson's style reflects that she likes the format of the traditional poetry, but her work crosses the boundary of the typical poetry and has a solid image with a solid image. It explodes to a characteristic dash that relieves the rhythm of poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)

“The Raven”

I haven't failed so much. [122] I stood twice as a beggar in front of the door of God!

The angel compensation for my store that has fallen twice- [123] robbery! Banker's mother [124] I became poor again!

Success is considered the sweetest among those who failed. Understanding honey requires a greater need.

Today, no one of the purple hosts with the flag can tell the definition so clearly by victory.

When he wins and dies, the forbidden ears resonate with a distant tension full of agony!

In the areas of the Alabaster, a quiet resurrection member, covered with satin beams and stone roofs, is sleeping without being touched in the morning or noon.

The annual wheel goes long, to the crescent moon abov e-the world gathers the bow -[126] -Stares are in lin e-Diadem [127] -At falls dow n-and doctors [128] are delivere d-snow disks Inside, loses words like a point.

"Faith" is a great invention for the gentlemen you see! However, in an emergency, the microscope is wise!

I enjoy a brewed sake-tan cards with pearls-all Frankfort nuts [129] do not give such alcohol!

I am an air drunkenness and a dew.

When the "owners" twist a drunk bee from the fox gloves door, when the butterflies stop "sake", I will drink more!

Until the Seraph [130] shakes the snow hat, the saints rush to the window, and the small tipler is in the sun!

Some protect the Sabbath by going to the church, but I am at home.

Some spend the Sabbath in Sapli s-I just wear the wing s-and instead of the church bells, the small si x-minute ritual [131] sings.

God preaches famous clergy, and preaching is not long.

Wild Nights - Wild Nights Wild nights should be our luxury!

I got a compass and a chart!

Row the sea of Eden! I want to be united with you tonight!
In winter afternoons, there is a certain inclination of light, like the heft of a cathedral song.
The wounds of the heavens give us - we cannot find the scars, but the inner difference - where the meaning is.
Despair is a seal, and the sadness of the empire sent us the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens - the shadows hold their breath - when it goes away, it seems to be a distance To the look of death - When was "A Slanting Light" filmed? What is the meaning of this setting?
I felt a funeral in my mind, and the mourners continued to march, and the sense seemed to pierce me.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

“The Lady of Shallot”

Part I

And when everyone sat down, the sound of a worship service like a drum rang out, and I thought my brain would be paralyzed.

And I heard them pick up the box, and creak to my soul with the same leaden boots,

as all the heavens were bells, and beings, and ears, and me, and silence, and strange tribes, and ruins, and solitude, and here.

And the boards of words broke, and I fell downwards, downwards.

Part II

It was not death, I rose, and all the dead lay, and it was not night, and all the bells tongued out for noon.

It was not frost, for I felt the sirocco [132] creep over my flesh - not fire - and only my marble feet could hold a chance, [133] cool -.

And yet it tasted like the figures I had seen, set in place.

My life was cut down, framed, breathless without a key, like midnight.

Part III

When everything that was happening stops, and the universe looks all around, or when a fickle frost greets the first morning of autumn and drowns the rumbling.

But mostly, like chaos - unstoppable - cold - without a chance, a spar [134] - or even a report of the land - to justify despair.

A bird came down the walk,

and drank the dew of a convenient grass, and leapt sideways to the wall to let the beetle through.

Looked like a frightened bead.

Part IV

Wild Nights - Wild Nights Wild nights should be our luxury!

I've got my compass and chart!

Paddle the seas of Eden! I want to be united with you tonight!

There is a certain tilt of light in the winter afternoon, like the heft of a cathedral song.

The wounds of the heavens give us - we cannot find the scars, but the inner difference - where the meaning is.

Despair is the seal, and the sorrows of the empire have sent us air.

“Ulysses”

When it comes, the landscape listens - the shadows hold their breath - when it goes, it seems to distance the look of death - when was "A Slanting Light" filmed? What is the meaning of this setting?

I felt the funeral in my mind, the mourners marching on, the sensation seemed to pierce me.

And when everyone sat down, the sound of the service rang out like a drum, so that my brain seemed to numb.

And then I heard them pick up the box, and creak to my soul with the same leaden boots,

as all the heavens were bells, beings, ears, me, silence, strange tribes, ruins, solitude, here.

“Selected poems from In Memoriam A.H.H.”

And then the board of words broke, and I fell downwards.

It was not death, I rose, all the dead lay, it was not night, all the bells struck out their tongues for noon.

It was not frost, for I felt the sirocco [132] creeping over my flesh - nor fire - and only my marble feet could hold the chance, [133] cool -.

And yet it tasted like the set form I had seen.

My life was cut, framed, breathless without a key, like midnight.

When everything that was happening stops and the universe looks all around, or when a freakish frost greets the first morning of autumn and quenches the rumbling.

But mostly, like chaos - unstoppable - cold - without a chance, a spar [134] - or even a report of the land - to justify despair.

A bird came down the walk,

and drank the dew of the convenient grass, and leapt sideways against the wall to let the beetle through.

Looked like a frightened bead. -Wild Night s-Wild Nights Wild nights should be our luxury! I got a compass and a chart!

Row the sea of Eden! I want to be united with you tonight!

I

In the winter afternoon, there is a kind of light tilt, like the heft of the cathedral song.

The wounds of the heavens give us - we cannot find the scars, but the inner difference - where the meaning is.

Despair is a seal, and the sadness of the empire sent us air.

When it comes, the landscape listens - the shadows hold their breath - when it goes away, it seems to be a distance to the expression of death - When was "A Slanting Light" filmed? What is the meaning of this setting?

II

I felt a funeral in my mind, and the mourners continued to march, and the feeling seemed to pierce me.

And when everyone sat down, the sound of the service like a drum rang out, and I thought my brain would be paralyzed.

And I heard them pick up the box, and creak to my soul with the same leaden boots,

as all the heavens were bells, and beings, and ears, and me, and silence, and strange tribes, and ruins, and solitude, and here.

III

And the boards of words broke, and I fell downwards, downwards.

It was not death, I rose, and all the dead lay, and it was not night, and all the bells tongued out for noon.

It was not frost, for I felt the sirocco [132] creep over my flesh - not fire - and only my marble feet could hold a chance, [133] cool -.

And yet it tasted like the figures I had seen, set in place.

IV

My life was cut down, framed, breathless without a key, like midnight.

When everything that was happening stops, and the universe looks all around, or when a fickle frost greets the first morning of autumn and drowns the rumbling.

But mostly, like chaos - unstoppable - cold - no chance, no spar [134] - or even a report of the land - to justify despair.

A bird came down the walk,

V

and drank the dew of a convenient grass, and hopped sideways against the wall to let the beetle through.

It looked like a frightened bead.-

He spread his wings and ran home.

VI

The alle is divided into the sea, the seam is silver, or the butterfly jumps off the table at noon, and without pastilles to swim [135].

The soul chooses his own society-and-closes the door to its sacred majority-not presenting anymore.

The Academy pays attention to the carriage, pause at the low gate, and irregularly, the emperor kneels on the mat.

I know he r-Choose one in a rich countr y-an d-like the valve of her precaution s-like a stone.

I couldn't stop for death-she kindly stopped for me-a metaphor with only immortality.

He didn't know he was in a hurry, and I was separated from work and leisure, with his kindness.

We passed school. The children passed through the ring where they were trial and error during their breaks.

Gossa, my dress, my puppy [136], tulle only.

Stopped in front of a house with a bulging ground, the roof was hardly visible, and the Conis was on the ground.

Since then, "The centuries have flowed, but it feels shorter than the first day I put the horse's head forever."

This is my letter to a world that has never given a letter.

VII

Her messages are entrusted to my unseen hands. Gentle brothers for her love, gently judge for me!

I heard a flying voice-when I died-the tranquility in the room was like the tranquility of the storm predators.

The surrounding eyes were dry-breath was steadily gathering for the last figure-when the king to be witnessed was in the room.

VIII

I wanted a souveni r-I signed to the assigned plac e-and there was a fly there.

Between light and me, it was blue and uncertain-and the windows were broken-the windows were broken-invisible.

The brain is wider than the sky. The other is easy to pass by side by side.

The brain is deeper than the se a-to conquer them blu e-the other, like a spong e-absor b-slice.

The brain is only a burden of God. Because God was taken out of the brain; , he spread his wings and ran home.

The alle is divided into the sea, the seam is silver, or the butterfly jumps off the table at noon, and without pastilles to swim [135].

IX

The soul chooses his own society-and-closes the door to its sacred majority-not presenting anymore.

The Academy pays attention to the carriage, pause at the low gate, and irregularly, the emperor kneels on the mat.

I know he r-Choose one in a rich countr y-an d-like the valve of her precaution s-like a stone.

I couldn't stop for death-she kindly stopped for me-a metaphor with only immortality.

He didn't know he was in a hurry, and I was separated from work and leisure, with his kindness.

X

We passed school. The children passed through the ring where they were trial and error during their breaks.

Gossa, my dress, my puppy [136], tulle only.

Stopped in front of a house with a bulging ground, the roof was hardly visible, and the Conis was on the ground.

Since then, "The centuries have flowed, but it feels shorter than the first day I put the horse's head forever."

This is my letter to a world that has never given a letter.

XI

Her messages are entrusted to my unseen hands. Gentle brothers for her love, gently judge for me!

I heard a flying voice-when I died-the tranquility in the room was like the tranquility of the storm predators.

The surrounding eyes were dry-breath was steadily gathering for the last figure-when the king to be witnessed was in the room.

I wanted a souveni r-I signed to the assigned plac e-and there was a fly there.

Between light and me, it was blue and uncertain-and the windows were broken-the windows were broken-invisible.

XII

The brain is wider than the sky. The other is easy to pass by side by side.

The brain is deeper than the se a-to conquer them blu e-the other, like a spong e-absor b-slice.

The brain is only a burden of God. Because God was taken out of his brain; and he spread his wings and ran home.

The alle is divided into the sea, the seam is silver, or the butterfly jumps off the table at noon, and without pastilles to swim [135].

The soul chooses his own society-and-closes the door to its sacred majority-not presenting anymore.

XIII

The Academy pays attention to the carriage, pause at the low gate, and irregularly, the emperor kneels on the mat.

I know he r-Choose one in a rich countr y-an d-like the valve of her precaution s-like a stone.

I couldn't stop for death-she kindly stopped for me-a metaphor with only immortality.

He didn't know he was in a hurry, and I was separated from work and leisure, with his kindness.

We passed school. The children passed through the ring where they were trial and error during their breaks.

XIV

Gossa, my dress, my puppy [136], tulle only.

Stopped in front of a house with a bulging ground, the roof was hardly visible, and the Conis was on the ground.

Since then, "The centuries have flowed, but it feels shorter than the first day I put the horse's head forever."

This is my letter to a world that has never given a letter.

Her messages are entrusted to my unseen hands. Gentle brothers for her love, gently judge for me!

XV

I heard a flying voice-when I died-the tranquility in the room was like the tranquility of the storm predators.

The surrounding eyes were dry-breath was steadily gathering for the last figure-when the king to be witnessed was in the room.

I wanted a souveni r-I signed to the assigned plac e-and there was a fly there.

Between light and me, it was blue and uncertain-and the windows were broken-the windows were broken-invisible.

The brain is wider than the sky. The other is easy to pass by side by side.

XIX

The brain is deeper than the se a-to conquer them blu e-the other, like a spong e-absor b-slice.

The brain is only a burden of God. Because God was taken out of the brain;

Many madness is the sacred sensatio n-for those with ey e-ey e-many sense s-the most intense madness -"The majority of them are dominan t-Genera l-and you Is san e-DEMU R-You are immediately dangerou s-and you are treated in a chain. "

I visited the sea early, and the underground mermaids came out to see me.

XXIV

And frigate ship [137] -En on the second floor, hemp was stretche d-I was a rat on the sand.

But no one carried m e-until the tide was full, I passed my plain shoe s-on the apro n-the top of the bel t-the top of the body

Like a dew on the dandelion sleeve, I started to eat me at all.

I felt his silver heels touched my ankle.

XXVII

Until we meet a hard city-nobody seems to know, snuggling-a strong gaze towards me-the sea has retired.

I can't live with you-that's life-and life is there-Beyond the shelf

The sixth ceremony is holding the key.

Discarded by housewive s-Writ e-Broke n-New Sable is please d-an old crack-

XXVIII

I couldn't di e-with yo u-why do people have to wait to close the opponent's gaz e-yo u-couldn't d o-I couldn't. -Itable I didn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn' t-I couldn't do it

And I will put Jesus, your face, this new blessing.

It looked strange in my eyes.

I judged u s-ho w-yo u-Served to heave n-I tried to kno w-I couldn't d o-I couldn't do i t-I could

Because you saturated your eyesight.

XXX

And you lost and I lost.

And you were saved, and I was destined to go to a place where you are.

So we have to meet-you there-I-I-I-I-I have the sea door and prayer-this white food and despair.

One day, my life was in the corner of the owner, raising my name, and being a loaded gun until I brought me away.

And now we are getting lost in the Sovin Forest and chasing the deer.

And I smile, cover the brilliance of the valley so rich light-as if Vesvio's [138] face has left the joy.

And at night, when a good day is over, I protect my husband's head.

For his enemy, I am a deadly enemy.

XXXIV

Although he can live longer, he has to live longer than me.

A close friend with grass occasionally rides-have you ever met him? Did you not notice the moment he warned?

The grass is torn like combed with a comb, a spots appear, close at your feet and open it down.

He likes Bogie Achers.

XXXIX

When the whip was illuminated by the sun and tried to bend and try to take a whip, the whip turned and disappeared.

I know some of the people in nature, and I know.

However, I have never met this companion, or without tightening alone, I have zero to the bones.

L

Tell all of the truth, but be diagonal-Success on the circuit is too brilliant for the wonderful joy of the patient.

The truth must gradually become invisible, as the lightning for the children has relaxed in a kind explanation, or all the people will be invisible.

I still don't know if immortality reveals the third fact.

It's vast, like what happened twice, and is hopeless to imagine. Separation is everything in heaven, and everything is needed in hell.

LIV

What is the poet's wish of "no" Before God's Door "(in front of the door of God)? What does an angel fall twice? Who does "Bank" point to the last stanza?

What kind of claims do poet do in Success is Considered Sweeter? Do you agree with her?

What is the format of Safe in Their Alabaster Chambers, and how is the format useful for establishing a poem theme? How is the first and second stage related? The end? Please explain the metaphor of the two lines.

Does Dickinson believe in science or religion? Support the answer.

How does the beauty of nature affect poets in the taste of drinks that couldn't be made? " What is the "melted blue inn" mentioned in the second stanza? In the last stanza, how does this poem use a change to enliven poetry?

LV

Some people spend the Sabbath at the church. " Why is it better to worship God in nature than church?

How does the rhythm of the wild night, wild nights affect the actions in poetry? Explain the metaphor of the second stanza. Who is the last line "You" pointed to?

Republate the second stanza of "THERE IS A CERTAIN SLANT OF LIGHT". How is a Certain Inclination of Light? Is that an effective metaphor? Support your answer. What is the soundtrack of THERE is a Certain Gradient of Light? ? How is the soundtrack suitable for the tone and theme of poetry? What is the "despair" that the poet mentions in Stanza 3? How does the expressions such as "heaven wounds" and "the suffering of the empire" help to define the essence of despair? Note the transposition of "Heavenly Hurt" is an example of a symbolic language? Why is it suitable for this poem? Compare the feeling of the poet at the beginning of the poem with his mood at the end of the poem.

What happens to the speaker in I Felt a Funeral in My Brain? What happens to her? What happens to her?

Find two examples of incomplete rhyme in poetry. Is the incomplete body rhyme or complementing the poem? Explain the answer. How is the funeral and its rituals appropriate for the poet situation in "I Felt a Funeral in My Brain"? What does this ambiguous ending mean?

LVI

In the first two stanza of death, how is the fate of the poet than death? Is there any salvation in the poet? Explain your answer. What is the effect of the inaccuracy that the poet used in poetry?

How is a bird coming out of a promenade? " What do you think of the last stanza? When is the sea "too silver for a seam"? What is noon?

What is the theme of your soul choosing your own society? Do you agree with this poem claim? Mark the rhythm of The Soul Chooses ITS OWN SOCIETY ". Dickinson usually repeats 4 beats and 3 beats alternately. However, in this poem, 4 beats and 2 beats alternately, 4 in the last stanza. How does this rhythm support the poem theme alternately?

In Because I Couldn't Stop for Death, how is death anthropomorphic? Explain the symbol of Stanza 3 poet. What is Stanza 5's "house"? Where is the metaphor going, and how does the destination convey the theme of poetry?

Judging from "This is my letter to the world", what is the source of Dickinson's main inspiration?

How does the expression "gentle magnificence" express nature? Dickinson entrusts this poem to your hand. What do he want in return?

I Heard A Fly Buzzz "identify the metaphor in the first section and comment on the effects.

LIX

Who is the "king" that the dying man's family is waiting for? Dickinson does not use a series of modifiers on a daily basis, but Stanza 3 uses continuous modifications for dramatic effects. Where is the connection and what effect is it? What is the symbolic meaning that the flies cry at the moment the narrator dies?

How is the brain wider than the sky and deeper than the sea? What is the meaning of the poet claim that the brain is just the weight of God? What is the theme of this poem?

In Much Madness is Divinest Sense (many madness is the most sacred feeling), Dickinson says "Tis the Majority / in this, As All, Prevalent (this is a majority, this is all)." Is it correct to say? What kind of examples do you have to support her theme? What are the examples to support her theme?

In the first two verse, "I started keeping dogs early," but what are the elements that rhyme? After that, how does the story change? Why is the tide filled with her waist, but why is the narrator still in Section 3? How is the tide a metaphorical? Why did Dickinson change the tempo here? If he was chasing her from behind, how would the narrator feel "his silver heel" (note that each word is uppercase)? What is "Pearl" covering shoes? What is the identity of the dangers that the narrator faces and escapes?

LXVII

What did Dickinson think of writing "I can't live with you"? What is the reason she doesn't respond to "you" in this poem? What do she give in place of the request she made? How do you think you answer? What does the last two lines of this poem mean to you?

Who is the narrator of My Life Had Stood-A Loaded Gun? What kind of story does the narrator speak? Explain the clear paradox at the end of this poem.

What is a "thin man in the grass"? What is the poet talking about the essence of nature here? What does ZERO AT THE BONE mean?

Tell all the truth, but tell them diagonally "is a poem about a white lie? How is poetry about poetry? How is it a poem about religion? Look at Jack Nicholson, a speech called "You Can't Handle The Truth" in "a Few Good Men. How is this speech and Dickinson's poem similar?

LXXII

It rained early tonight, and the grumpy breeze woke up quickly, tearing the trunk of the wooden wood for malicious intent, and did the worst to disturb the lake. He slipped into Polfilia. "And blocked the cold and storms, kneeled, raised enthusiastic fire, and warmed all the cottages." After that, she stood up, took off her "cloak" and took off the shawl. I took off my gloves, unraveled my hat, put my wet hair down, "", and finally sitting next to me and calling me, "If the voice is not returned, she doesn't return her arms. Turn on, peeled her soft white shoulders, transferring all her yellow hair, bending, lying my cheeks, and spreading my yellow hair anyway. While muttering that he loves it ... She's too weak to dedicate me to me forever, despite my heart's efforts. Sometimes my passion dominated, and the gorgeous feast of tonight could not be able to suppress the pale person for her love suddenly: "I look up at her eyes and are happy. I was so excited that I was surprised to see what to do.

Why do speakers kill Polphyia?

Read the following essays, claiming that Shakespeare's "Othello" is another source of this poem, regarding Browning's "Polfilia's Lover".

In a sad midnight, when I was thinking about a scroll that was weak, exhausted, and had a lot of old-fashioned knowledge and curiosity, suddenly, when I was trembling while I was about to knock, my bedroom There was a noise of knocking hitting the door with a soft hand. "Someone has visited," he muttered. "Oh, that was a sad December, and each dead amber was pointing the ghost on the floor. Tomorrow is irresistible.

And the sad, uncertain rust, such as silk of purple curtains, made me excited. So, now, I am standing repeatedly to keep my heart beating. "There is a visit to the entrance of the door in my room." "There is a slow visitor who fights at the entrance of the door in my room." "There is nothing more."

Eventually my soul became stronger. I said. "Teacher, or your wife, do you really forgive me? But it's true that I was taking a nap, you were very kind, very light, knocked on my room door.

At the deepness of the darkness, I had a lon g-standing dream, wondering, feared, doubtful, and dreamed that humans had never dreamed. However, silence was not broken, silence did not sign any contract, and he just said, "Lenoa?" When I did so, Kodama muttered, "Lenoir!" -That was just that.

LXXVIII

Returning to the booth, I immediately heard the sound of the knock, feeling the inner soul burning up. "I can hear something from the grid of the window. Show me, what this is, this mystery is exploring-this mystery is exploring for a while, and this mystery is exploring. - Read the following essays that Shakespeare's "Othello" is another source of browning.

Eventually my soul became stronger. I said. "Teacher, or your wife, do you really forgive me? But it's true that I was taking a nap, you were very kind, very light, knocked on my room door.

LXXX

Returning to the booth, I immediately heard the sound of the knock, feeling the inner soul burning up. "I can hear something from the grid of the window. Show me, what this is, this mystery is exploring-this mystery is exploring for a while, and this mystery is exploring. -Read the following essays that Shakespeare's "Othello" is another source of Polfilia.

Eventually my soul became stronger. I said. "Teacher, or your wife, do you really forgive me? But it's true that I was taking a nap, you were very kind, very light, knocked on my room door.

LXXXVI

When I opened here and cut the shutter, a fluttering, fluttering, and a dignified crow came out of the sacred place of the past. Did you not feel any signs? He stopped or stayed at all. However, Mien and Lady stopped on the paste of the palace just above the door of my room.

At that time, the bird that gave me a smile to my sad fantasy, from the heavy and harsh atmosphere of the scroll she was wearing, "The upper body has stopped and shaved, but you are you." "I came from the coast of the night-tell me your main name in the Fukanariwa [139] on the coast of the night!" The crow said.

LXXXIX

His answer is hardly meaningful, but this rare bird that I heard the word easily was very praised-an extraordinary relevance. This is because there is a human being blessed with a bird or beast drawn on a chopped bust on a bedroom door, with a name like "Nevermore", to see birds on the bedroom door. Because it wasn't.

However, while sitting lonely in a quiet bust, he spoke only as if his soul was in that word. No more, no feathers, and fell. "The day he will leave me will come, just as my hope flew forward," he said, until his other friends flew forward. And the bird said.

He replied to break silence. "Definitely," I said. "What he expresses is his only inventory and storage that was captured by a dissatisfied gentleman."

However, the crow was still confused all of my imagination with a smile, I turned a cushion seat in front of the bird, bust and door? And on the velvet, I entered into the fantasy of the fantasy of fantasy of fantasy of fantasy imagination of fantasy imagination, and this ominous bird of the past was this desolate. I thought about what a vague, terrifying, and an ominous bird wearing gloves means in "Never More".

The burning eyes of the bird are now burning on my chest core. Even this, even this, I sat down and sitting, and the lining of the cushion velvet in which the light of the lamp runs, but the comfort lining like the velvet was along with the light of the lamp. Pushed, pushed, pushed, oh, again! Open here and cut the shutter, a dignified crow came out of the holy land of the past, hira, fluttering. Did you not feel any signs? He stopped or stayed at all. However, Mien and Lady stopped on the paste of the palace just above the door of my room.

He replied to break silence. "Definitely," I said. "What he expresses is his only inventory and storage that was captured by a dissatisfied gentleman."

The burning eyes of the bird are now burning on my chest core. Even this, even this, I sat down and sitting, and the lining of the cushion velvet in which the light of the lamp runs, but the comfort lining like the velvet was along with the light of the lamp. Pushed, pushed, pushed, oh, again! When I opened here and cut the shutter, a fluttering, fluttering, and a dignified crow came out of the sacred place of the past. Did you not feel any signs? He stopped or stayed at all. However, Mien and Lady stopped on the paste of the palace just above the door of my room.

XCIII

He replied to break silence. "Definitely," I said. "What he expresses is his only inventory and storage that was captured by a dissatisfied gentleman."

XCIV

And the invisible incident that was rotated by Seraphim pierced the footsteps into the floor with the bunch, increasing the air. "Quietly" I shouted. "Among the angels sent by God, what God gave to you is a memory of your memories with your Lenoa, and inferred [140]. , Forget this lost Lenoa!

"A prophet!" I said! -Progener! I said! Really, I'm asking-Is there a healing in Giread? [141] "Open me, get rid of me, ask me!" The crow said.

"I'm a prophet! I said," I'm evil!- "I'm a prophet!" I said, "I'm evil!" "It's a bird or a devil! In this sky, in this sky-by the gods that the two worship-telling the souls of this grief, in the distant Aiden, [142] If the angel pierces the sacred maiden named Renore, the angel named it Renore. If you hold a rare shine, "Never More" said.

"Is this word parting, a bird, or a devil!" Return to the shore of the storm and night at Miyaniwa! Don't leave black feathers as a mark of this fake that your soul talks! Don't break my loneliness! "Give your bust to my door! Release your beak from my chest and release it from my door!" The crow said, "I'll do it again."

XCV

And the crow, which has never sailed, is still sitting on the old paste of Palas [143] just above the door of my room. His eyes are like a dreaming devil, and the light of the lamp is dropping his shadow on the floor. And my soul rises from the shadow on the floor!

What kind of state is the narrator's heart? Why is he like this?

The stage of this poem is midnight in December. Why is that important?

Why is the narrator delusion?

How is the dramatic modulation of this poem, the use of frequent changing balls, and internal tones affect the subject?

What does Raven say "NEVERMORE"? How is Raven's remarks useful for establishing this poem theme?

See and listen to James Earl Jones reading "The Raven". Look at the reading of Vincent Price's "The Raven". Which version do you like? Why?

Both banks of the river have long barley and rye, covering the wilderness [144] and contacting the sky. Through the field, the road continues to many Tower of Camelot. And the people go up and down, and see the lily flowers around Sharot Island, the island there. [145]

The willow is white [146], aspen, the small wind trembles in the waves that last forever from the river island, which flows to Camelot. Looking down on the four gray walls, four gray tower, and the flower garden, quiet islands invite Sharot's ladies.

In the margin, a willow grows, dragging the heavy carrier coming on a slow horse. Then, the sound of the hammer [147] was not tightened and the silk sail was lowered to the camelot. Or did you see a woman standing in the fence? Or is she known as Sharot's woman all over the country?

Only throwing people gather between the bearded barley from an early barley, descend from the Camelottage Tower, listen to a song that resonates from the river out of the clear water: And beside the moon, the tired mowing. However, while gathering in the air in the mountains and listening, he whispered, saying, "I'm a Sharot fairy woman." "

So he spins a magical net of glittering color on the day and night. I've heard a scorpion that it will be cursed when looking down on Camelot. She doesn't know what the curse is.

Then, when you move through the transparent mirror [149] that is always in front of her, the shadow of the world appears. There is a highway near the corner of Camelot, and there is a swirling Eddie River, where the red cloaks of dashing villagers [150] and the girls in the market pass from Sharot. I will go.

Sometimes happy maiden troops, sometimes the monastery of the bedside, sometimes the shepherd boy of the wound whales, or the lon g-haired pages of the crimson clit passes to the Camelot Tower. And sometimes the knights come in the mirror blue in two people.

On the night wrapped in silence, funerals were often held in Camelot. "Sharot's lady said. Both banks of the river have a long barley and rye, covering the wilderness [144] and contacting the sky. Following the tower, people go up and see the lily of Sharot Island.

XCVI

So he spins a magical net of glittering color on the day and night. I've heard a scorpion that it will be cursed when looking down on Camelot. She doesn't know what the curse is.

On the night wrapped in silence, funerals were often held in Camelot. "Sharot's lady said. Both banks of the river have long barley and rye, covering the wilderness [144], and passing through the sky. And the people go up and see the lily of Sharot Island.

XCIX

So he spins a magical net of glittering color on the day and night. I've heard a scorpion that it will be cursed when looking down on Camelot. She doesn't know what the curse is.

CIV

On the night wrapped in silence, funerals were often held in Camelot. "Sharot's lady said.

[151] The sun shone brightly through the leaves, and shone upon Sir Lancelot's sword. [152] "The knight of the red cross knelt before the shield-woman, " "The yellow field glittered, " "Beside Shalott, far away. "Jemmy Bridle shone free, " "Like a starry branch in the galaxy. " With the bells of his halberd ringing merrily, he rode down to Camelot. And from his heraldic baldril [152] he hung his mighty silver trumpet, and on his armour he rode down to Shalott, far away.

CV

His helmet and wing blazed like a blazing flame, and he rode down to Camelot. In the purple night, under the bright star clusters, several times a bearded meteor passed over Shalott, chasing the light.

His broad, clear brows lit up in the sunlight. On his molten hoofs rode the racehorse of a war-horse. From under his helmet flowed the black curls of coal that galloped down to Camelot. From the bank, from the river, shining in the crystal mirror, "Tira lyra [153]," sang Sir Lancelot from the river.

He left the net, left the loom, took three steps in the room, saw the water-line, saw the helmet and the tower, looked down on Camelot. The mirror broke from side to side. The mirror broke from side to side. "The curse is coming," cried the Lady of Shalott.

On the eastern road of the storm, the pale yellow forests fell, the broad streams on their banks protested, and the low sky rained on the towers of Camelot. He descended, and found the boat under the willows.

And descending the dim river expanse, like a bold diver in a trance, he saw all his wrongs, and looked with a lustrous face at Camelot. At the end of the day, he laid down his chains. The great stream carried her away.

As the boatman weaved through the willow hills and the fields between them, in the night sounds that fell on Camelot, she sang her last song.

The sun shone brightly through the leaves, and shone upon Sir Lancelot's sword.

CVI

"The knight of the red cross knelt before the shield-woman,

"On the yellow fields, shining,

"Jemmy Bridle shone free,

"Like the star-boughs of the galaxy,

"With the bells of his halberd ringing merrily, he rode down to Camelot.

And from his heraldic baldril he dangled his mighty silver trumpet,

mounted in his armour,

Helmet and wing blazed like blazing flames,

CVII

he rode down to Camelot. In the purple night, under the bright star clusters, several times, a bearded meteor moved over the Shalott, chasing the light.

His large, clear brows sparkled in the sunlight. On his molten hoofs rode the racehorse of a warhorse. From under his helmet flowed the black curls of coal that galloped down to Camelot. From the bank, from the river, shining in the crystal mirror, "Tira lyra [153]," sang Sir Lancelot from the river.

He left the net, left the loom, took three steps in the room, saw the water line, saw the helmet and the tower, looked down on Camelot. The mirror broke from side to side. The mirror broke from side to side. "The curse is coming," cried the Lady of Shalott.

On the eastern road in the storm, the pale yellow forests fell, the wide streams on their banks protested, and the low sky was pouring rain on the tower of Camelot. He came down and found the boat under the willows.

And as he descended the dim river, like a bold diver in ecstasy, he saw all his wrongs, and gazed with a lustrous face upon Camelot. At the end of the day he let down his chains and lay down. The great current carried her away.

As the boatman weaved through the willow hills and the fields between them, as the night sounds fell upon Camelot, she sang her last song. [151] The sun shone brightly through the leaves, and lit up Sir Lancelot's sword [152]. "The knight of the red cross knelt before the shield-woman, " "And shining on the yellow fields, " "Beside distant Shalott, "Jemmy Bridle shone free, " "like a starry bough in the galaxy. With his halberd bell ringing merrily, he galloped down to Camelot. And from his heraldic baldril [152] he hung his mighty silver trumpet, and in his armour he rode by Shalott, far away.

CVIII

Helmet and helm-wings blazed like blazing flames, and he galloped down to Camelot. In the purple night, under the bright clusters of stars, a bearded meteor several times passed over Shalott, chasing the light.

His large, clear brows shone in the sunlight. On his molten hoofs rode the racehorse of a war-horse. From under his helm flowed black curls of coal, which galloped down to Camelot. From the bank, from the river, shining in the crystal mirror, "Tira lyra [153]," sang Sir Lancelot from the river.

He left the net, left the loom, took three steps across the room, saw the line, saw the helmet and the tower, looked down on Camelot. The mirror split from side to side. The mirror split from side to side. "The curse is upon us," cried the Lady of Shalott.

On the eastern road of the storm the pale yellow forests fell, the wide streams protested on their banks, and the low sky rained down on the towers of Camelot. He came down and found the boat beneath the willows.

CXV

And as he sailed down the dim stretch of river, like a bold diver in a trance, he saw all his wrongs and gazed upon Camelot with a glazed face. At the end of the day he let down his chains and lay down. The great current carried her away.

As the boatman weaved his way through the willow hills and the fields between them, amid the sounds of night falling on Camelot, she sang her last song.

She heard Carroll, sailed, chanted, cheaper, cheaper, and her blood was completely dark and turned into a Camelot tower until her blood was slowly freezed. She reached the tide and died in her song, the first house on the water side, singing a Sharot woman.

Under the tower and the balcony, from the wall and the garden corridor, I saw a shining figure accurately floating as if it had died. Knights, Burjers, lords and public women came out from the pier and read the name around the bow.

who is he? What is here? "The King of Camelot, whose cheers of the king disappeared near the shining palace, was afraid, but Lancelot squeezed his mouth, said," He has a beautiful face. The mercy of God blesss her. I gave it.

CXVII

The main source of this dramatic monologue is Dante's Hell XXVI and 94-126. Here, Ulysese departs west through the pillars of Hercules. I went to the ocean / only one ship / and only a few souls / I continued to be faithful when others abandoned me. However, Tenison combines the details of the description with the description after returning to Isaka, reuniting with his wife and son in Homerus's Odysseia Chapter 19-24, and resuming his duties as the king.

The lazy king is from this quiet hearth, among the barren rocky mountains, an old wife, countless fierce struggle, treasure, sleep, feed, and I do not know. Small profit to match .....

I can't take a break: I can't take a break from my trip. Am I the name when the Nagisa, and when the rainfall [154], which is raining [154], floats next to the dimly dimension? (I) wandered forever with a hungry heart, and I know and know. Punish the cities of people and customs, the parliament, the council, the government, and all of them. And I was drunk in the battle with my friends, enjoyed the wind of the wind, and I was part of everyone I met. However, this experience is an arch in the world where the margins disappear forever when I move. Pathing, ending [155], rusting hard, and shining without being used, how boring! Just like breathing was life. However, what is saved from the eternal silence every hour increases, and a new one is brought. And the gray spirit, which tries to pursue knowledge like a sinking star, has been accumulated, accumulating, accumulating, accumulating and accumulating human thoughts, was miserable.

CXVIII

This was my son, Telematos, and I entrusted the island I loved. He is the most impressive, focusing on the dominant work area, neglecting kindness work, and dedicating to the gods of my house even if I disappear. He does his own work and does my job. I can't take a break: I can't take a break from my trip. Am I the name when the Nagisa, and when the rainfall [154], which is raining [154], floats next to the dimly dimension? (I) wandered forever with a hungry heart, and I know and know. Punish the cities of people and customs, the parliament, the council, the government, and all of them. And I was drunk in the battle with my friends, enjoyed the wind of the wind, and I was part of everyone I met. However, this experience is an arch in the world where the margins disappear forever when I move. Pathing, ending [155], rusting hard, and shining without being used, how boring! Just like breathing was life. However, what is saved from the eternal silence every hour increases, and a new one is brought. And the gray spirit, which tries to pursue knowledge like a sinking star, has been accumulated, accumulating, accumulating, accumulating and accumulating human thoughts, was miserable.

This was my son, Telematos, and I entrusted the island I loved. He is the most impressive, focusing on the dominant work area, neglecting kindness work, and dedicating to the gods of my house even if I disappear. He does his own work and does my job. I can't take a break: I can't take a break from my trip. Am I the name when the Nagisa, and when the rainfall [154], which is raining [154], floats next to the dimly dimension? (I) wandered forever with a hungry heart, and I know and know. Punish the cities of people and customs, the parliament, the council, the government, and all of them. And I was drunk in the battle with my friends, enjoyed the wind of the wind, and I was part of everyone I met. However, this experience is an arch in the world where the margins disappear forever when I move. Pathing, ending [155], rusting hard, and shining without being used, how boring! Just like breathing was life. However, what is saved from the eternal silence every hour increases, and a new one is brought. And the gray spirit, which tries to pursue knowledge like a sinking star, has been accumulated, accumulating, accumulating, accumulating and accumulating human thoughts, was miserable.

There is a harbor. Boats billow their sails: The dark wide sea beats. My sailors, souls that have passed with me, processed and thought - those who welcomed the Thunder and the Sun, and opposed the free hearts, the free front - are you [156] and I old? But old age has its cost and pain. Death closes everything. But something at the end may still be a work of noble notes, not the gods and unwilling mortals who tried. Lights begin to flicker among the rocks: The long day is fading: The slow moon rises. Come, my friend, it is not too late to seek newer worlds. Press on, sit well to strike the groove of sound? My purpose is to sail until death, even past sunset, even in the bath of the western stars. The bay may wash us. We may touch the cheerful islands [157], and see the great Achilles [158] we know. We may meet Achilles [158]. And we are not now that force that once moved the earth and the heavens. What are we? An even temperament of heroic hearts, weakened by time and fate, with a strong will to strive, to seek, to find, and not succumb.

Mighty Son of God, immortal love, we who have not seen your face, embrace you by faith, by faith alone, believing in what cannot be proven.

Are these spheres of light and shadow [160]? Thou art the life and ears in man. Thou art death. Thine feet are in the skull that thou makest.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust. Thou hast made man, not knowing why, thinking that he was not made to die. And thou hast made him.

CXIX

Thou art like man, and like God, thou, most high and most holy man. Our covenant is ours. Our covenant is ours.

Our little system[161] has its day. They come and perish: they are but broken lights from Thee, and Thou art greater than them, Lord.

Lord, Thou art greater than them. Knowledge is for what we see and yet believe to come from Thee.

CXX

Let knowledge grow from more to more, that their hearts and souls may make music as before, as Thou sayest.[162]

But there is something more important. We are foolish and light. But help Thy fools to bear. Help Thy vain world to bear Thy light.

Please forgive me to be sin. What seems to be my value since I started. The value of merit is from people to people, not from people to you.

CXXIII

Please forgive me for your sorrow for your creature, I thought it was very correct, and what was removed. I believe he is alive in you.

Please forgive this rough scream. And make me wise by your wisdom.

I sung with a clear harp [164], and it was true that people would rise to higher things in accordance with the dead pace of the dead.

CXXIV

But who predicts the years and finds the worthy profits by loss? Or will you reach out to capture the distant interest of tears?

Love deprives the sadness, drowns them, and the darkness will keep the crow gloss,

The winner despises the long effects of love, "Look, loved and lost.

Old and eagle understand the stone that calls the dead as the dead, your fiber is purely a dream dream, and your roots are suddenly for bones.

The season blooms again and bring the first flower to the flock. And during your twilight, the clock [165] hits a small person's life.

Oh, for you, the shine, flowers do not change in any bottle, and the surname of the summer sun has no benefit to touching your millennium darkness [166]:

CXXX

And looking up, noisy trees, sick due to your stubborn hardness, I lose my blood and seem to be embedded and grown.

Slow, cruel intersection, the shrine maiden in the death storage, a bitter and bitter, what is whispered from that lips?

"The stars run blindly [167]. There is a net in the sky. "I can hear a shout from the desolated land, and I can hear tweets from the dying sun:

"And all ghosts and nature are standing? The music of the tone is all the emptiness of my empty hand?

CXXXI

And I get something blind and hug it as my natural good. Or do you break her like blood at the entrance of your heart?

I abandon my power for sleep. My will is equal to the darkness. I sit in a bark without rudder, tweet with my heart, say:

Heart, you can't ask you, you can't ask you, and you can't ask you now: "What makes me win so low?" 。 What seems to be my value since I started. The value of merit is from people to people, not from people to you.