In the days of the old, it so happened that men on earth started paying homage less and less to the temple of Aphrodite; it went increasingly unprayed and its altar uncleaned from neglect. Many a times not even the incense sticks were burned. Venus, the goddess of beauty to the Greeks, as Aphrodite,... Sign in to see full entry.
Born in London in 1552, Edmund Spenser had a short span of life of forty-six years. The most classical of his works was the epic poem Faerie Queene, due to which he was greatly admired by Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Wordsworth, Lord Byron, among others. The poem,... Sign in to see full entry.
J ohn Keats has been regarded as one the greatest of Romantic poets of the English Literature. Sadly, his works were not really appreciated during his time in the early nineteenth century and it is also sad that a poet of his caliber should have died at an unripe age of only twenty-five. Among his... 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.
Just as the dying breath of a good man is silent and imperceptible, so should no violent sorrow show the world how much they loved; thus John Donne wishes in his poem A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, one of his finest of metaphysical poetries. The mysterious indefinable love for his beloved,... Sign in to see full entry.
George Orwell’s “ Down the Mine ” records his observations on the horrid world of coal-miners and the arduous work of the miners as it existed in the early 1930’s, and the condition is today no different in the many underdeveloped countries. Western civilization, says Orwell, is founded on coal and... Sign in to see full entry.
Hurray, the whole of next week I'll be able to read, write and comment, now that my submission of projects are complete this Sunday. Even to be able to interact with friends is a kind of freedom, a feeling of lightness, levitating, so to say... don't ya think so? And did you know reading Wordsworth... Sign in to see full entry.
Joy, O Joy! that singular singlemost endearing word Nectarine, to be experienced in totality in this world itself Pleasure, happiness, bliss - its three dimensions The physical, the mental and the spiritual The mental longer lasting than the physical And the spiritual, deep sea-like, almost... Sign in to see full entry.
A whole wide world, external Lies before me, for study Another, a bigger, internal, too - Lies before me Now, which to study The study of the external makes me a scientist And that of the internal makes me a spiritualist Both lead to Truth, one with doubt, often changing Where observations lead to... Sign in to see full entry.
Wordsworth is pre-eminently a poet of solitude. Indeed, all kinds of solitude and all things solitary had an extraordinary fascination for him. Wordsworth used to “wander lonely as a cloud” and seek the “souls of the lonely places”. The “sleep that is among the lonely hills” profoundly affected him.... Sign in to see full entry.