The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more." ( The Solitary Reaper ) In the course of one of his walking tours, Wordsworth once saw a Scottish Highland girl reaping and singing all alone in a field. Her song, which had a melancholy ring, filled the entire valley, and the poet was... Sign in to see full entry.
"Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying, Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving.” The above are the opening lines of John Masefield’s poem On Growing Old, wherein is contrasted the natural gifts... 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.
Joy, O Joy, the beautiful one! You, the most Unfathomable enigmatic mystery overwhelming! Take us into your folds not as guest but a host Fly us to the land where sorrows abound, overflowing Tears express; not always of sadness necessarily They appear ever so often as companions in negativity, only... Sign in to see full entry.
MACBETH is the most subtle of Shakespeare’s tragedies enwrapped in the atmosphere of the supernatural, and the drama is of a man driven from crime to crime and its retribution by external forces. Shakespeare’s treatment of the central idea is manifested in the two characters of different natures –... Sign in to see full entry.
Walking along the Golden Gate North America’s connecting strait Was the shiny inviting pate Of a cocky bald gent from Kent Moving towards the Bay of San Francisco Unable to resist, a playful li’l mosquito With an intent for amusement Bit rather deep and tight And promptly away it flew from sight... Sign in to see full entry.
Just as a solitary blemish ruins the brightest garment, so can one slip in character not be compensated by whatever remains of it. Here is a story from the Hindu mythology, Ramayana which proves the point beautifully. There is more to Ravana, the demon king than his role as Rama’s (the reincarnation... Sign in to see full entry.
(Excuse me for verbosity... they run to almost 800 words). In Aeschylus’ Eumenides, soon after the murder of Clytemnestra by her son Orestes he, plagued by the Furies, seeks aid at the temple Apollo in Delphi. The Pythian high priestess (Pythia is the priestess of Apollo at Delphi who delivers the... Sign in to see full entry.
In Aeschylus’ Choephoroe, while mourning at Agamemnon’s tomb, Orestes swore to avenge his father’s murder and with his sister Electra, worked out a plan for killing Aegisthus and Clytemnestra. Orestes and his friend Pylades, disguised, appear at the door of the palace and ask to see Clytemnestra.... Sign in to see full entry.
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