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John Milton: ... Though My Soul More Bent To Serve Therewith My Maker, and Present My True Account... (Lines 4-6)
John Milton: ... Though My Soul More Bent To Serve Therewith My Maker, and Present My True Account... (Lines 4-6)
The last half of the poem has a calmer tone. It's almost like Milton realizes that while he's writing
that people can serve God in many different ways. It's the intent and the grace with which one
deals with hardship that counts:
Who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best.
Within 14 lines, Milton has depicted a wavering, then regaining of faith.
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken.
Love s not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickles compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me provd,
I never writ, nor no man ever lovd.
Summary
This sonnet attempts to define love, by telling both what it is and is not. In the first quatrain, the
speaker says that lovethe marriage of true mindsis perfect and unchanging; it does not
admit impediments, and it does not change when it find changes in the loved one. In the
second quatrain, the speaker tells what love is through a metaphor: a guiding star to lost ships
(wandring barks) that is not susceptible to storms (it looks on tempests and is never
shaken). In the third quatrain, the speaker again describes what love is not: it is not susceptible
to time. Though beauty fades in time as rosy lips and cheeks come within his bending sickles
compass, love does not change with hours and weeks: instead, it bears it out evn to the edge
of doom. In the couplet, the speaker attests to his certainty that love is as he says: if his
statements can be proved to be error, he declares, he must never have written a word, and no man
can ever have been in love.
Summary
The poet orders his listener to behold a solitary Highland lass reaping and singing by herself in
a field. He says that anyone passing by should either stop here, or gently pass so as not to
disturb her. As she cuts and binds the grain she sings a melancholy strain, and the valley
overflows with the beautiful, sad sound. The speaker says that the sound is more welcome than
any chant of the nightingale to weary travelers in the desert, and that the cuckoo-bird in spring
never sang with a voice so thrilling.
Impatient, the poet asks, Will no one tell me what she sings? He speculates that her song might
be about old, unhappy, far-off things, / And battles long ago, or that it might be humbler, a
simple song about matter of today. Whatever she sings about, he says, he listened motionless
and still, and as he traveled up the hill, he carried her song with him in his heart long after he
could no longer hear it.
Form
The four eight-line stanzas of this poem are written in a tight iambic tetrameter. Each follows a
rhyme scheme of ABABCCDD, though in the first and last stanzas the A rhyme is off
(field/self and sang/work).
Commentary
Along with I wandered lonely as a cloud, The Solitary Reaper is one of Wordsworths most
famous post-Lyrical Ballads lyrics. In Tintern Abbey Wordsworth said that he was able to look
on nature and hear human music; in this poem, he writes specifically about real human music
encountered in a beloved, rustic setting. The song of the young girl reaping in the fields is
incomprehensible to him (a Highland lass, she is likely singing in Scots), and what he
appreciates is its tone, its expressive beauty, and the mood it creates within him, rather than its
explicit content, at which he can only guess. To an extent, then, this poem ponders the limitations
of language, as it does in the third stanza (Will no one tell me what she sings?). But what it
really does is praise the beauty of music and its fluid expressive beauty, the spontaneous
overflow of powerful feeling that Wordsworth identified at the heart of poetry.
By placing this praise and this beauty in a rustic, natural setting, and by and by establishing as its
source a simple rustic girl, Wordsworth acts on the values of Lyrical Ballads. The poems
structure is simplethe first stanza sets the scene, the second offers two bird comparisons for the
music, the third wonders about the content of the songs, and the fourth describes the effect of the
songs on the speakerand its language is natural and unforced. Additionally, the final two lines
of the poem (Its music in my heart I bore / Long after it was heard no more) return its focus to
the familiar theme of memory, and the soothing effect of beautiful memories on human thoughts
and feelings.
The Solitary Reaper anticipates Keatss two great meditations on art, the Ode to a
Nightingale, in which the speaker steeps himself in the music of a bird in the forest
Wordsworth even compares the reaper to a nightingaleand Ode on a Grecian Urn, in which
the speaker is unable to ascertain the stories behind the shapes on an urn. It also anticipates
Keatss Ode to Autumn with the figure of an emblematic girl reaping in the fields.
ToAutumn
John Keats, 1795 - 1821
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
Summary
Autumn joins with the maturing sun to load the vines with grapes, to ripen apples and other fruit,
"swell the gourd," fill up the hazel shells, and set budding more and more flowers. Autumn may
be seen sitting on a threshing floor, sound asleep in a grain field filled with poppies, carrying a
load of grain across a brook, or watching the juice oozing from a cider press. The sounds of
autumn are the wailing of gnats, the bleating of lambs, the singing of hedge crickets, the
whistling of robins, and the twittering of swallows.
Analysis
"To Autumn" is one of the last poems written by Keats. His method of developing the poem is to
heap up imagery typical of autumn. His autumn is early autumn, when all the products of nature
have reached a state of perfect maturity. Autumn is personified and is perceived in a state of
activity. In the first stanza, autumn is a friendly conspirator working with the sun to bring fruits
to a state of perfect fullness and ripeness. In the second stanza, autumn is a thresher sitting on a
granary floor, a reaper asleep in a grain field, a gleaner crossing a brook, and, lastly, a cider
maker. In the final stanza, autumn is seen as a musician, and the music which autumn produces is
as pleasant as the music of spring the sounds of gnats, lambs, crickets, robins and swallows.
In the first stanza, Keats concentrates on the sights of autumn, ripening grapes and apples,
swelling gourds and hazel nuts, and blooming flowers. In the second stanza, the emphasis is on
the characteristic activities of autumn, threshing, reaping, gleaning, and cider making. In the
concluding stanza, the poet puts the emphasis on the sounds of autumn, produced by insects,
animals, and birds. To his ears, this music is just as sweet as the music of spring.
The ending of the poem is artistically made to correspond with the ending of a day: "And
gathering swallows twitter in the skies." In the evening, swallows gather in flocks preparatory to
returning to their nests for the night.
"To Autumn" is sometimes called an ode, but Keats does not call it one. However, its structure
and rhyme scheme are similar to those of his odes of the spring of 1819, and, like those odes, it is
remarkable for its richness of imagery. It is a feast of sights and sounds.
My Last Duchess
BY ROBERT BROWNING
Thats my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Summary
This poem is loosely based on historical events involving Alfonso, the Duke of Ferrara, who
lived in the 16 th century. The Duke is the speaker of the poem, and tells us he is entertaining an
emissary who has come to negotiate the Dukes marriage (he has recently been widowed) to the
daughter of another powerful family. As he shows the visitor through his palace, he stops before
a portrait of the late Duchess, apparently a young and lovely girl. The Duke begins reminiscing
about the portrait sessions, then about the Duchess herself. His musings give way to a diatribe on
her disgraceful behavior: he claims she flirted with everyone and did not appreciate his gift of a
nine-hundred-years- old name. As his monologue continues, the reader realizes with ever-more
chilling certainty that the Duke in fact caused the Duchesss early demise: when her behavior
escalated, [he] gave commands; / Then all smiles stopped together. Having made this
disclosure, the Duke returns to the business at hand: arranging for another marriage, with another
young girl. As the Duke and the emissary walk leave the painting behind, the Duke points out
other notable artworks in his collection.
groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the poison with an incantation.
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.
My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me
And spared my children.
Mother twisted and groaned in mortifying pain. Her husband, who was sceptic and rationalist,
tried every curse and blessing; powder, herb and hybrid. As a last resort he even poured a little
paraffin on the bitten part and put a match to it.
The painful night was long and the holy man came and played his part. He performed his rites
and tried to tame the poison with an incantation. After twenty hours the poison lost its sting.
The ironic twist in the poem comes when in the end the mother who suffered in silence opens her
mouth. She says, Thank God the scorpion picked on me and spared my children.
Night of the Scorpion creates a profound impact on the reader with an interplay of images
relating to good and evil, light and darkness. Then the effect is heightened once again with the
chanting of the people and its magical, incantatory effect. The beauty of the poem lies in that the
mothers comment lands the reader quite abruptly on simple, humane grounds with an ironic
punch. It may even remind the reader of the simplistic prayer of Leo Tolstoys three hermits:
Three are ye, three are we, have mercy upon us.
Indian Background: Ezekiel is known to be a detached observer of the Indian scenario and this
stance often has the power of a double-edged sword that cuts both ways. On the one side Night
of the Scorpion presents an Indian village through the eyes of an outsider and finds the deeprooted strains of superstition and blind faith which may seem foolish to the western eye. But on
the other, the poem never fails to highlight the positive side of Indian village life. The poet does
not turn a blind eye to the fellow-feeling, sympathy and cooperation shown by the villagers. And
in a poem that deals with the all-conquering power of love, the reader too should be well aware
of it.
Clash of Ideas: There is a contrast between the world of irrationality represented by the villagers
and the world of rationalism represented by the father who tries all rational means to save his
wife from suffering. Religion too plays its role with the holy man saying his prayers. But all
three become futile. Or do they? One cannot totally ignore the underlying current of love and
fellow-feeling in their endeavours.
Theme: Images of the dark forces of evil abound in Night of the Scorpion; the diabolic tail of
the scorpion, giant scorpion shadows on the sun-baked walls and the night itself point to evil. In
fact, the poem is about the pertinent question as to what can conquer evil. Where superstition,
rationalism and religion proved futile, the self-effacing love of a mother had its say. Once again
it is Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all, and that is all you need to know.
Untouchable, written by the Indo-English writer Mulk Raj Anand, has a simple but very
uncomfortable, depressing plot. The novels protagonist is "Bhaka", who is an untouchable,
outcast boy. The novel is historical in the sense that it touches upon the caste system, which gave
rise to the practice of Untouchability that was much prevalent in the Indian society.
The entire plot gives an account of events happening in a single day in the life of Bhaka.
It exposes the harsh life and struggles of the so-called Untouchable people. Bhaka doesnt like to
do toilet cleaning. He wants to study and be a learned man. Much of the novels success lies in
the revolutionary idea of education of Untouchables. The outcasts were not allowed to draw
water from wells, enter temples or basically touch anything, as everyone believed that their touch
would make anything impure and corrupt. Bhaka is also mentally and physically abused by the
upper caste Hindus. Pandits, or the upper-caste Hindus, are hypocrites as one of them tries to
touch Sohinis (Bhakas sister) breasts but claims to have been defiled when touched accidentally
by an "Untouchable".
In the end of the novel, Mulk Raj Anand presents three answers to this malpractice. Bhaka is
offered to accept Christianity that has no caste system, and so in this way he will no longer be an
outcast. But Bhaka fears such a religion change, even if that means equal treatment and
opportunity to visit a church. After that Mahatma Gandhi comes to Bhakas village and educates
everyone on Untouchability. Bhaka loves to hear someone talking on behalf of people of his
caste. In the concluding paragraphs, a person randomly comes into the scene and informs
everyone about a machine (toilet-flush machine, perhaps) that will clean faecal matter
automatically, ending manual collection of excreta. Bhaka thinks that this will be a solution to all
his problems.