- Jan 2024
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What a silly thing Love is,” said the Student as he walked away. “It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics
this is quite the opposite of how the bird felt about love, while the bird believed that love is worth sacrificing her own life, the boy thinks it is childish.
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and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.
magical blood rose or not, he is childish for throwing a hissy fit at her doorstep just because he can't take a no.
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But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by.
gives context to the possible consequences due to the lack of a red rose; shows the alternative ending should this task not be completed.
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yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched
The student seems to be a bit exaggerative in this situation. This statement is hyperbolic as this one instance has not completely ruined his life.
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Nightingale
Introduction of the front-most main character, who leads the reader through the story.
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young Student;
introduction to the driving force of the plot and one of the main characters
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I tell you what, you are very rude;
I agree
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Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful,
irony as he is oblivious but still ungrateful for the bird who died for this rose. Also she changed her mind, the boy is super rude for confronting her like this. He can't take a no.
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And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
also repetition, as it describes something similar as a sentence earlier, the rose gains more color, but not enough
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“Press closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, “or the Day will come before the rose is finished.”
repetition
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Press closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, “or the Day will come before the rose is finished.”
repetition
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for only a Nightingale’s heart’s-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
Is this like a known fact?
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She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—“that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish.
First of, art is not selfish, second off, huge irony in the statement that he says she would not sacrifice herself for others as this is literally her going away song. This kid is a jerk.
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Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?”
I disagree with her viewpoint is on the worth of each life.
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Death is a great price to pay for a red rose
This bird is now also being dramatic and sort of insane for tossing her life away just because some kid has a crush.
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So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.
The bird is showing her dedication and selflessness at this point. She could have given up as now there is more work to be done, but she presses onward.
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“He is weeping for a red rose,” said the Nightingale. “For a red rose?” they cried; “how very ridiculous!”
this is exactly how I feel, the situation is ridiculous.
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Why is he weeping?” asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. “Why, indeed?” said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. “Why, indeed?” whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.
uses side characters to bring the reader back to the main issue at hand
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but in all my garden there is no red rose
introduction of the main issue
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She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses
introduction of the main goal
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