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To fully realize the scope and importance of this literary achievement, one must know something about European society all that time. The Catholic priest and social critic. If it is incumbent upon a good Christian to hate the Jews, then we. As a result, Jews flouris.
An Anthology of Elizabethan and Puritan Poetry. William Webbe, in .
A few weeks ago, I made the mistake of going to see Measure for Measure. The truth is that Shakespeare is losing his appeal in his own country. But there are signs that cracks are appearing in this Shakespearean a.
Donne openly despises the ritual and indirection of Platonic love, he will follow nature and pluck his rose. My love is of a birth as rare. It was begotten by Despair.
An Anthology of the Restoration, Augustan and Age of Sensibility. From harmony, from Heavenly harmony. When Nature underneath a heap. Of jarring atoms lay,. And could not heave her head,. The tuneful voice was heard from high,. Arise ye more than dead! Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,. In order to their stations leap,. From harmony, from Heavenly harmony.
I met a traveller from an antique land,. 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 read. Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,.
The grey sea and the long black land;. And the yellow half-moon large and low;. And the startled little waves that leap. In fiery ringlets from their sleep,. As I gain the cove with pushing prow,. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;. Three fields to cross till a farm appears;. A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch. And blue spurt of a lighted match,.
An Anthology of English Language and Literature. Ezra Pound Poetic and Literary View.
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Old dirt road, knee deep snow ,. Watching the fire as we grow old ,. Old dirt road, rambling rose,. I thought it was for real; babies, rings and fools kneeling. And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever. So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart. Ghost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart.
The grey sea and the long black land;. And the yellow half-moon large and low;. And the startled little waves that leap. In fiery ringlets from their sleep,. As I gain the cove with pushing prow,. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;. Three fields to cross till a farm appears;. A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch. And blue spurt of a lighted match,.
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