... 1788 in London, and the following year he and his mother moved to Aberdeen, Scotland. His father soon followed, but it wouldn't be long before he would disappear to France and end up dying in 1791. It was just as well because his parents never got along very well. In Lord Byron's early years he experienced poverty, the ill-temper of his mother, and the absence of his father. By 1798 he had inherited the title of 6th Baron Byron and the estate of Newstead Abbey. Once hearing this news, he and his mother quickly removed to England. All of Byron's passions developed early. In 1803 he had his first serious and ab ...

... heaps stand like sentries shot dead�, and “I'm going home with the light hand on the reins�. Next in her poem, “How It is�, she puts on a blue jacket that belonged to her recently deceased friend, whom played a major role in her life. By putting on the jacket, she tries to relive the past by, “...unwind(ing) it, paste it together in a different collage...�. In this poem, Maxine Kumin, uses plants to describe her feelings, as in; “scatter like milkweed� and “pods of the soul�. These similes show what she sees and feels. “The Longing to be Saved�, is a dream, where her barn catches fire. ...

... people; secluded retreat.(p. 632) Mr. Flood is secluded, his friends have all passed on. They have grown old and left Eben to fin for himself. The word choice that Mr. Robinson uses adds a lot to this peice of literature. When he talks about the bitter cold, he tries to stress the meaning of old age. Readers then relate cold to wanting to curl up and do nothing. The same an elderly man would do because his options are limited do to age. It is truly felt while reading his work, Robison does not venture far from the pointat hand. While reading this great poem, you can clearly see that being old and alone will ...

... Sidney is in a state of awe when faced by the moon. He believes that the moon has the answers to all of his questions. He asks, through a series of rhetorical questions, whether “they call virtue there ungratefulness?� (line 15), or whether “they above love to be loved, and yet/ Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?� (line 13-14). Sir Philip Sideney believes that the answers to these questions can be found out from the moon, for the moon is omniscient. He further believes that the moon “can judge of love�, and can solve his love troubles, as a “ lozenge of love� (Sad Steps, line 11) wou ...

... "The Cask of Amontillado." His anger is evident in the first line of the story. "The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge" (149). This line reflects Poe's despise of his estranging stepfather John Allan. This estrangement forced Poe to make decisions about his life that he would not have had to consider at such and early age. Fortunato was a wealthy man who was admired in his community. I feel that is how Poe relates Forutnato to his step- father. Martha Womack quotes from Kenneth Silverman's book Edgar A. Poe: A Never-Ending Remem ...

... the athlete's triumph and his glory filled parade through the town in which the crowd loves and cheers for him. As Bobby Joe Leggett defines at this point, the athlete is "carried of the shoulders of his friends after a winning race" (54). In Housman's words: The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. (Housman 967). Stanza two describes a much more somber procession. The athlete is being carried to his grave. In Leggett's opinion, "The parallels between this procession ...

... falling and night falling fast, oh, fast� indicating that darkness has fallen quickly and unexpectedly upon him. As the speaker ponders “going past� into the field, the reader is able to see the landscape darkening around “the ground that is almost smoothed in snow� (line 3), and picture the inky blackness as it covers everything except for a “few weeds and stubble showing last� (line 4). The image of him standing alone on the barren snowy landscape with weeds as his only companions, creates a lasting picture in the mind of the reader, of a man just beginning to reveal his inner “darkness�. A ...

... is extremely common in today's society, was also common in the Victorian Age, in Victorian poetry, in the use of dramatic monologue. Perfected by Robert Browning in the mid nineteenth century, dramatic monologue very closely mirrors modern society's legal institution. In comparison, the reader is the jury, the speaker of the poem is the lawyer, and, thinking more abstractly, the author, Robert Browning in this case, represents the case as a whole. The decision the jury must make between what is actually right and what the lawyers imply to be right is the same one the reader of a dramatic monologue must make. Bro ...

... makes him the man who he is. "And sorry I could not travel both..." It is always difficult to make a decision because it is impossible not to wonder about the opportunity cost, what will be missed out on. There is a strong sense of regret before the choice is even made and it lies in the knowledge that in one lifetime, it is impossible to travel down every path. In an attempt to make a decision, the traveler "looks down one as far as I could". The road that will be chosen leads to the unknown, as does any choice in life. As much he may strain his eyes to see as far the road stretches, eventually it surpasses his ...

... will lead to a rejuvenation of the imagination, the individual and the natural world. Shelley begins his poem by addressing the "Wild West Wind" (1). He quickly introduces the theme of death and compares the dead leaves to "ghosts" (3). The imagery of "Pestilence-stricken multitudes" makes the reader aware that Shelley is addressing more than a pile of leaves. His claustrophobic mood becomes evident when he talks of the "wintry bed" (6) and "The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low/ Each like a corpse within its grave, until/ Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow" (7-9). In the first line, Shelley ...