Woken up by a thunder steep as I was in a slumber deep Felt as if someone shouting, Wake up, look … a guest is waiting! Dead in the night groggy I was, went back to my treasured cause Morning, upon opening the door, saw no one waiting out there; sore I wondered, “A friendly guest?” but who! Then... Sign in to see full entry.
Wilfred Owen’s Strange Meeting is a protest, not simply against war but against the glamorizing of war. If we think of it as a dream, it is founded on actual incidents of soldiers whom the poet saw die in the tunneled dug-outs. Escaping into a “profound dull tunnel” the poet comes on “encumbered... Sign in to see full entry.
A company of a grammarian's pupils are bearing their master's coffin for burial at the summit of a mountain. One of them tells his story and dilates on the praises of the departed scholar. They cannot fittingly bury their master on the plain with the common folk. He shall rest on a peak whose height... Sign in to see full entry.
The mind is perfectly capable of repeating the Known: with the Unknown, it is powerless, perfectly incapable, it is impotent. See how difficult it becomes when the mind has to deal with words like eternity, absolute, void! However much you nay roll these words in your mind, they yield nothing but... Sign in to see full entry.
“Lycidas”. by John Milton (1608 – 1674) is technically speaking, a pastoral elegy. Death is the inspiration and sole theme of an elegy, and one of its subtype is the pastoral elegy originated by the Sicilian Greek poets – Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, their funeral dirges being known in antiquity as... Sign in to see full entry.
I was reading about Karl Marx, Joseph Stalin and Leon Trotsky. All were revolutionaries, but of different kinds: Marx, non-violent; Stalin, violent; and Trotsky, violence personified. The Marxist revolution thrived under the umbrella of the Gainer Theory which says: Either you gain something or you... Sign in to see full entry.
Tonight’s the darkest of windless nights Up there, in limitless heights Sat twinkling stars burning bright Utter silence! Yet they seem To converse in hushed whisper Rapt in attention, I tried to listen intently The vast void separating them, billions in miles, Converged; the friendly cluster beamed... Sign in to see full entry.
Personalizing the Supreme Power which presides Over both good and evil is who we call God It is not that good is God and evil is Devil Because then His power is diluted, rather The devil seems more powerful; there Are more tears than laughter - they never seem Kinsfolk; if I instead replace the word... Sign in to see full entry.
It was after forty years in 1913 that Thomas Hardy revisited Cornwall, a county to the south of the English Channel, where he had first wooed his heartthrob, Emma, who had then died just a year before. This hallowed place of love where he had once experienced the joys of life is now but only a sad... Sign in to see full entry.
Born about half a century BC, the Roman poet Horace is one of the distinguished exponents of the classical school of criticism. Interestingly, the son of a slave, Horace was also a soldier who served under the leadership of General Brutus, after Julius Caesar's assassination. He believed that great... Sign in to see full entry.