The poem describes the speaker's love for his wife, Eulalie. He was lonely until Eulalie became his "blushing bride" with her radiant eyes and modest curls. Her soul provides comfort and joy, outshining the stars. He is freed from doubt and pain by her love and the attention of her "matron eye".
The poem describes the speaker's love for his wife, Eulalie. He was lonely until Eulalie became his "blushing bride" with her radiant eyes and modest curls. Her soul provides comfort and joy, outshining the stars. He is freed from doubt and pain by her love and the attention of her "matron eye".
The poem describes the speaker's love for his wife, Eulalie. He was lonely until Eulalie became his "blushing bride" with her radiant eyes and modest curls. Her soul provides comfort and joy, outshining the stars. He is freed from doubt and pain by her love and the attention of her "matron eye".
The poem describes the speaker's love for his wife, Eulalie. He was lonely until Eulalie became his "blushing bride" with her radiant eyes and modest curls. Her soul provides comfort and joy, outshining the stars. He is freed from doubt and pain by her love and the attention of her "matron eye".
I dwelt alone In a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride- Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less– less bright Are the stars of night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapor can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most unregarded curl- Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s Now Doubt– now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye- While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. Rhyme Scheme the ordered pattern of rhymes at the ends of the lines of a poem or verse. Theme experience that can sometimes occur when we truly and deeply love another person. This experience goes beyond simple companionship and comfort, and involves a wondrous appreciation for another human being that far exceeds the meaning and intensity that we are accustomed to in our everyday lives. This unequal intensity, is what Poe is best at in verse. In so many of his poems, he captures a love so On His Blindness by John Milton When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts: who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait." Sonnet 138 by William Shakespeare When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed. But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? Oh, love’s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.