Critical Analysis of Dreams by David Herbert Lawrence

 

WDF_903234

Dreams by David Herbert Lawrence

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true. Continue reading

Analysis of Daffodil by William Wordsworth

In the first stanza the speaker describes a time when he meandered over the valleys and hills, “lonely as a cloud.” Finally, he came across a crowd of daffodils stretching out over almost everything he could see, “fluttering and dancing in the breeze”: Continue reading

Critical Analysis of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 2

SONNET 2

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, 
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now, 
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held: 
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies, 
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, 
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,  Continue reading

What is an Epic? Discuss about the Features of an Epic.

What is an Epic? Discuss about the Features of an Epic.

Definition of Epic: An epic is a long narrative poem on a great and serious subject related in an elevated style and centered on a heroic or quasi-divine figure on whose actions depends on the fate of tribe or nation or the human race.

Features or characteristics of Epic:  

a. Hero: The hero is a figure of great national or even cosmic (universe) importance. The epic hero has super human strength, common character or intellect fighting for national or collective interest. Continue reading

Mowing by Robert Frost

               Mowing

Robert Frost

There was never a sound beside the wood but one,

And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.

What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;

Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,

Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound—

And that was why it whispered and did not speak.

It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,

Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak

To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,

Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers

(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.

The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.

My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost

Critical analysis of Mowing by Robert Frost

Summary
On a hot day, when the narrator is working in the field, at that time he notices that his scythe appears to be whispering as it works. But he is unable to understand about the voice of the scythe or he does not realize what the scythe is saying. He confesses the possibility that the whispering sound is simply his imagination or even the result of heatstroke. He again thinks about the sound a scythe makes mowing hay in a field by a forest, and what this sound might signify. He rejects the idea that it speaks of something dreamlike or supernatural, gradually he determines that the scythe may be expressing its own beliefs about the world. Continue reading

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY Robert Frost 

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   
My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

Continue reading