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The Well Wrought Urn: Studies in the Structure of Poetry by Cleanth Brooks and Paul Rand. Harcourt, Brace 1975 ISBN 9780156957052 "Review of Poems, in Two Volumes by Francis Jeffrey, in Edinburgh Review, pp. 214–231, vol. XI, October 1807 – January 1808; Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 in audio on Poetry Foundation
When you go home, tell them of us and say For your tomorrow, we gave our today. He was the author of an item in The Times , 6 February 1918, page 7, headed "Four Epitaphs" composed for graves and memorials to those fallen in battle – each covering different situations of death.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv’d; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv’d: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
And that which governs me to go about Doth part his function and is partly blind, Seems seeing, but effectually is out; For it no form delivers to the heart Of bird, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch: Of his quick object hath the mind no part, Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch; For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name, And in the praise thereof spends all his might, To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame. But since your worth, wide as the ocean is, The humble as the proudest sail doth bear, My saucy bark, inferior far to his, On your broad main doth wilfully appear. Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
There are numerous other takes on the sonnet ranging from the poem's use of time (or lack thereof) as a metaphor for the tyranny of post-modernist working life as well as the potential sociopolitical themes apparent in the poem's thematic fear of change (conservatism).
before she reached high ground, where. neighbors waited to help us. ___ Once, my aunt ran down the road with me. latched to her chest, a tornado. behind her. In the church basement. we could hear ...
Sonnet 54 is an English or Shakespearean sonnet.The English sonnet contains three quatrains followed by a final rhyming couplet.This poem follows the rhyme scheme of the English sonnet, abab cdcd efef gg and is composed in iambic pentameter, a type of metre in which each line has five feet, and each foot has two syllables that are accented weak/strong.