POEM D uped was I, a victim of deceit the ersatz: The handiwork of an impoverished soul; I knew him. Hurt came to offer his sympathies But I sent him away with a polite thank you. Some relations are best kept in abeyance Others, fit to be kept in the stables, tethered; for, can they be bettered?... 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 ( Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost; Whither, O whither will its... Sign in to see full entry.
Hindu Mythology and Science The object of this paper has been to explore and not to glorify, the truths revealed in Hindu Mythology which so closely concur with modern scientific discoveries that it is simply astounding. Scepticism is natural as they do not conform strictly with the modern-day... Sign in to see full entry.
The greatest musician ever on earth, Orpheus Played his lyre with such masterly hand That wild beasts tamed, rivers in their flow stopped And even trees and mountains would begin to follow his band Nymphs swarmed, utterly charmed and obsessed With Orpheus, but he, to lovely Eurydice Was committed in... Sign in to see full entry.
In the Gospel of Thomas in Saying 18 Christ says: The disciples said to Jesus, "Tell us, how will our end come?" Christ said, "Have you found the beginning, then, that you are looking for the end? You see, the end will be where the beginning is. Congratulations to the one who stands at the... Sign in to see full entry.
“Death, be not proud” is the tenth poem in a series of nineteen Holy Sonnets of John Donne (1572 - 1631). Here, by downplaying death he writes about faith and of his assertion in God, employing the literary device of apostrophe to directly address Death. It is personified as a bully that has nothing... Sign in to see full entry.
The sun is setting and the atmosphere, stiflingly windless; it is the evening twilight. Andrea, the son of a sartor (dress-maker) and a brilliant painter is sitting in his studio at Fiesole, a small town near Florence, with Lucrezia, his worldly-minded wife and model, who has for long forsaken any... Sign in to see full entry.
Wystan Hugh Auden's "Lullaby” opens with a picture of the poet watching his beloved sleeping peacefully on his “faithless” arm, one he himself cannot trust ( some critics have interpreted the scene to be a post-coital one, with which I do not agree ); while she, on the contrary, sleeps absolutely... Sign in to see full entry.
Nothingness - what modern physicists call no-matter - is the essential stuff the universe is made of, exactly as the Vedas had propounded thousands of years ago that all manifestation is derived from an ultimate principle of spiritual consciousness - the one and only existent form of eternity - the... Sign in to see full entry.
The British philosopher and economist, John Stuart Mill wrote this essay ' Thoughts on Poetry and its Varieties' in 1832, when he was twenty-six. A man of sharp intellect, it is a careful analysis of his views on the different kinds of poetry he read during his time. (An off-course information - the... Sign in to see full entry.