Not yet will those measureless fields be green again Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful youth was shed; There is a grave whose earth must hold too long, too deep a stain,
there was a war or something that the world has recovered from like it never happened, but it did effect us, the poet thinks. Thats the vibe i get
Pure as the expanse of Heaven; I thither wentWith unexperienced thought, and laid me downOn the green bank, to look into the clearSmooth lake, th
The tone conveys a much more peaceful experience than I would expect. The monster's awakening in frankenstien always seemed more shocking and chaotic.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
it seems like the days ahead will get worse. does it say why
unerring
always right or accurate
as a rebel fronts a king in state
This about the american revolution?
am in reality more illiterate than many school-boys of fifteen.
doesn't damn seem like it mr encyclapedia
ut, supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.
Even if the pole is not as amazing as I think, this trip will still benefit mankind because he will find a travel route that will save time, and discover the source of magnetism, which only this kind of journey can accomplish.
satiate
satisfy
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the magnetism
hitherto
until now
Like Elijah
biblical name
of my skin casual next to someone else’s skin
What preluded this poem? Isolation, winter maybe or covid
proclivities
habits
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
they wanted summer or heat but they got more than they wanted. It consumed them
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
the dog starved because he couldn't eat his dead master? I think. And I dont know how realistic that is but I think its significant that there is this kind of goodness in such a bleak poem.
catch’d
shakespeare's little skip a letter thing
the Gunpowder Treason
The Gunpowder Plot of 1605, in earlier centuries often called the Gunpowder Treason Plot or the Jesuit Treason, was a failed assassination attempt against King James I by a group of provincial English Catholics led by Robert Catesby who sought to restore the Catholic monarchy to England after decades of intolerance against Catholics.
Countless overwrought housewives, Minds unraveling like threads, Try lipstick shades to tranquilize Fears of age and general dreads.
overwrought means anxiety filled. Housewives filled with anxiety trying to stop fears of aging. Not sure what this has to do with halloween, maybe pretending to be someone else, hiding your flaws with costumes. Idk
like language, like color, like air.
the art of literature is universal
cerulean
what color
Then one of the stumbling ones took pity on another
is pity kindness? If it comes from pity it might be corrupted
Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world. Then we took it for granted.
when was it perfect?
Doubt ruptured the web, All manner of demon thoughts Jumped through
personifying like the sins is interesting
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory,
he says this war was hell, and glorifying it doesn't change that fact
like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
doesn't seem like the author thinks fighting for your country is very noble.
And if you have managed to graduate from college without ever having written “Man vs. Nature” in a margin, perhaps now is the time to take one step forward.
encouraging us to annotate, to appreciate them
he poem about the seafaring hero, bound into a larger volume of monster-tales and marvels, smoked as if from dragon-fire,
maybe the odyssey ? idk
charter
King John's Magna Carta
Ashburnham
His caseworker was one of those people who say the word “escapism” as if it’s a moral failing, a regrettable hobby, a mental-health diagnosis. As if escape is not, in itself, one of the highest order of magics they’ll ever see in their miserable mortal lives, right up there with true love and prophetic dreams and fireflies blinking in synchrony on a June evening.
I think some people kind of need this to be true. escapism can be dangerous. Her tone is a little too flowery for the situation.
Other patrons were forced to double-back in the aisle, shooting suspicious, you-don’t-belong-here looks behind them as if wondering what a skinny black teenager was really up to while pretending to read a fantasy book.
What time period was this? This seems like kind of an old-fashioned viewpoint.