She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove.A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star,when only one Is shining in the sky.She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be;But …
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I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man,(And) In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear. How the chimney-sweepers cryEvery blackening church appalls,And the hapless soldier’s sighRuns …
This girl child was born as usualand presented dolls that did pee-pee& miniature GE stoves and ironsand wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:You have a great big nose and fat legs.She was healthy, tested intelligent,possessed strong arms and back,abundant sexual drive, and manual dexterity.She went to …
Barbie Doll By Marge Piercy (Summary, Explanation & Analysis) Read More »
The house is so quiet nowThe vacuum cleaner sulks in the corner closet,Its bag limp as a stopped lung, its mouthGrinning into the floor, maybe at mySlovenly life, my dog-dead youth.I’ve lived this way long enough,But when my old woman died her soulWent into that vacuum cleaner, and I can’t bearTo see the bag swell …
I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert …. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that …
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley (Critical Analysis) Read More »
That winter, the dead could not be buried.The ground was frozen, the gravediggers weak from hunger,The coffin wood was used for fuel. So they were covered with somethingAnd taken on a child’s sled to the cemeteryIn the sub-zero air. They lay on the soil,Some of them wrapped in dark clothBound with rope like the tree’s …
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I’ve known rivers:I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than theFlow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above …
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Studying internationally has its own set of benefits and drawbacks. One of the most strenuous aspects of studying abroad is overcoming language hurdles. If a student wishes to study in a country where the dominant language is not their native tongue, they will undoubtedly confront linguistic challenges. These challenges can surely make and break their …
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The inhuman, unhygienic, and mechanical life of modern civilization is the theme of the poem. People become lifeless, thoughtless, and directionless in big cities. A glance at the faces of the people traveling in the underground railway of Paris shows that they are just like the petals losing their bloom on the boughs which are …
Carl Sandburg has described the appearance and disappearance of fog with poetic beauty. In its appearance and disappearance, the law of Nature change and newness has been described. Every object, living being, and natural phenomenon is the victim of death and decay. So fog moves to another place. Fog approaches swiftly and suddenly like a …
