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
London By William Blake (Summary & Analysis) Read More »
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
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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
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A picture of a cold autumn night has been painted in the poem. The impressions which the poet got, have been presented. The poem is the clear contrast between city life and village life. There is no romantic touch in the description of the autumn night. He has used autumn, moon, and star to pen
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Before moving toward the critical review of the famous poem “When I have Fears” written by John Keats, let us explain it. After explaining it from various perspectives and getting understandably, we will move on. The poet experiences great pain when he is haunted by the idea that he may die before achieving his high
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