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William Wordsworth made his debut in the field of writing by publishing a Sonnet in "The European Magazine" in the year 1787. William Wordsworth wrote this Sonnet when he was attending St John's College, Cambridge . He wrote this   Sonnet, on seeing Miss Helen Maria Williams. Sonnet:- She wept - Life's purple tide began to flow In languid Dreams through every thrilling vein ; Dim were my swimming eyes - my pulse beat flow, And my full heart was  swell'd to dear delicious pain, Life left my loaded heart, and closing eyes ; A sigh recall'd the wanderer to my breast ; Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh, That call'd the wandered home, and home to rest. That tear proclaims - in thee each virtue dwells, And bright will shine in misery's midnight hour ; As the soft star of dewy evening tells What radiant fires were drown'd by day's malignant pow'r, That only wait the darkness of the night  To chear the wand'ring wretch with hospi

Childhood:- When did my childhood go? Was it the day I ceased to be eleven. Was it the time I realised that Hell And Heaven Could not be found in Geography, And therefore could not be, was that the day! When did my childhood go? Was it the time I realised that adults were not All they seemed to be, They talked of love and preached of love, But did not act so lovingly, Was that the day! When did my childhood go? Was it when I found my mind was really mine, To use whichever way I choose, producing thoughts that were not those of other people But my own and mine alone Was that the day! Where did my childhood go? It went to some forgotten  place, That is hidden in an infant's face, That's all I know. -Marcus Natten Theme: The central theme of the poem ' Childhood ' is that the poet is identifying his lost childhood. He wonders when he lost his childhood. He is also missing the innocence of his childhood. The Poet is trying to find when and where he lost his childhood, which

William Blake is known for its  Romantic  and  visionary Poetries . Many of their contemporary considered him mad because of his peculiar views. It was their misfortunate that his work did not get fame in his lifetime. In his poems, Willliam Blake used to write about nature, supernatural things, picture women and children in the poems, express emotions, and visualize their imagination. William Blake was somewhat different from other poets of the  Romantic Era . He thought of nature as a world of imagination. In his famous collection of poems ,  "Songs of Innocence and Experience" , he creates a panorama of human behaviour and the natural world. Also, In his famous poem  "The School Boy" , he looks into the natural effect on the young boy. Besides these two poems, William Blake has written many poems in which he depicted the effect, influence, beauty and harmony of nature. While many poets used to worship nature in their poems, Blake did not believe in the worship of

A Complaint:-   There is a change—and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well. A well of love—it may be deep— I trust it is,—and never dry: What matter? if the waters sleep In silence and obscurity. —Such change, and at the very door Of my fond heart, hath made me poor. -William Wordsworth Summary And Theme: Poem 'A Complaint' is an example of romantic poetry . For an opening line of "A Complaint", it is a dark, sombre message of the grief that is yet to come – it sets the tone for the rest of 'A Complaint', and opens up the idea of this loss as being something personally shaking. 'A Complaint' speaks about a grav

Song Of Proserpine:- Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods and men and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow in scent and hue Fairest children of the Hours, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine -Percy Bysshe Shelley Summary And Theme In the Poem, Shelley is praying to the Greek Goddess Of Underworld, Proserpine . Shelley prays to Goddess and Mother Earth, who Gives Birth to every entity and wants to pray the Goddess Proserpine that your Breathe Gives Them a Life and they all are your Child. In the next lines, Poet Wants To Say That Your mist of Evening Nourish the Flowers until they grow up and scents the world. In Last Lines, the poet again wants to say that, Goddess give life and breathe to their Childs.

A Fairy Song (Sonnet) Full Explanation, Theme, and Related Questions:- Sonnet Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. -William Shakespeare Theme: The poem is all about a fairy serving the fairy queen. Her job is to make everything pretty and put  dew  drops over the cowslips. It is obvious that the theme of this poem is the  life  and job of a fairy. Explanation: Links You May Link: Poetry: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry Sonnets: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Sonnet Rober

The Phoenix And The Turtle Full Poem With Theme:- Let the bird of loudest lay On the sole Arabian tree Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precursor of the fiend, Augur of the fever's end, To this troop come thou not near. From this session interdict Every fowl of tyrant wing, Save the eagle, feather'd king; Keep the obsequy so strict. Let the priest in surplice white, That defunctive music can, Be the death-divining swan, Lest the requiem lack his right. And thou treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender mak'st With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st, 'Mongst our mourner's shalt thou go. Here the anthem doth commence: Love and constancy is dead; Phoenix and the Turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence. So they lov'd, as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, division none: The number there in love was slain. Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance and no space was see

Presenting one of the Best Short POEMS of All Time:- No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend's Or of thine own were: Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. - John Donne THEME The phrase  no man is an island  means that  no  one is truly self-sufficient, everyone must rely on the company and comfort of others in order to thrive.  The human brain is wired to interact with other human beings and we need to do so to keep us healthy. ... In conclusion, yes, it is  true ,  no man is an island .  No  one person can survive on their own. People should learn in their lifetime to accept help from others and not to isolate themselves, for their own good. MORE LINKS

Dust Of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. - ROBERT FROST Links You May Like: Poem - Choose Something like star - https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/2019/10/choose-something-like-star-by-robert-frost.html Poem - Birches - https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/2019/05/birches-robert-frost.html Poem - Mending Wall -   https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/2019/05/mending-wall-robert-frost.html For Robert Frost's Poetries , visit :  https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Robert%20Frost

Now close the windows and hush all the fields;      If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is singing now, and if there is,      Be it my loss. It will be long ere the marshes resume,      It will be long ere the earliest bird: So close the windows and not hear the wind,      But see all wind-stirred.                                      - Robert Frost Theme: Robert Frost is trying to tell us through this poem that it is hard to adjust in a new environment. Robert Frost Poetries: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Robert%20Frost Jane Austen Poetries: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Jane%20Austen P.B Shelley Poems: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/P.B.%20Shelley Sonnets: https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Sonnet

O Star (the fairest one in sight), We grant your loftiness the right To some obscurity of cloud – It will not do to say of night, Since dark is what brings out your light. Some mystery becomes the proud. But to be wholly taciturn In your reserve is not allowed. Say something to us we can learn By heart and when alone repeat. Say something! And it says "I burn." But say with what degree of heat. Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade. Use language we can comprehend. Tell us what elements you blend. It gives us strangely little aid, But does tell something in the end. And steadfast as Keats' Eremite, * Not even stooping from its sphere, It asks a little of us here. It asks of us a certain height, So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.                               - Robert Frost Theme: The Poem 'C hoose something like a star'  is an 'ode' ( an ode

I have no name  I am but two days old.—  What shall I call thee? I happy am  Joy is my name,—  Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old, Sweet joy I call thee;  Thou dost smile.  I sing the while  Sweet joy befall thee.                             - William Blake William Blake Poetries : https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/William%20Blake

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!                     -  Emily Dickinson The Needle Tree ,Story :   https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/2019/04/the-needle-tree.html Poetry : https://themotivationaladda.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry

O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify. As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie. That is my home of love; if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain. Never believe though in my nature reigned All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood, That it could so preposterously be stained To leave for nothing all thy sum of good; For nothing this wide universe I call Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all .                                          -  William Shakespeare

'Tis eight o'clock,—a clear March night, The moon is up,—the sky is blue, The owlet, in the moonlight air, Shouts from nobody knows where; He lengthens out his lonely shout, Halloo! halloo! a long halloo! —Why bustle thus about your door, What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Why are you in this mighty fret? And why on horseback have you set Him whom you love, your Idiot Boy? Scarcely a soul is out of bed; Good Betty, put him down again; His lips with joy they burr at you; But, Betty! what has he to do With stirrup, saddle, or with rein? But Betty's bent on her intent; For her good neighbour, Susan Gale, Old Susan, she who dwells alone, Is sick, and makes a piteous moan As if her very life would fail.  - WILLIAM WORDSWORTH