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Canto 1 Summary The Rape of the Lock begins with a passage outlining the subject of the poem and invoking the aid of the muse. Then the sun (“Sol”) appears to initiate the leisurely morning routines of a wealthy household. Lapdogs shake themselves awake...

Analysis: Themes and Form The Rape of the Lock is a humorous indictment of the vanities and idleness of 18th-century high society. Basing his poem on a real incident among families of his acquaintance, Pope intended his verses to cool hot tempers and to encourage his friends to...

Summary Belinda arises to prepare for the day’s social activities after sleeping late. Her guardian sylph, Ariel, warned her in a dream that some disaster will befall her, and promises to protect her to the best of his abilities. Belinda takes little notice of this oracle, however. After an...

Characters Belinda - Belinda is based on the historical Arabella Fermor, a member of Pope’s circle of prominent Roman Catholics. Robert, Lord Petre (the Baron in the poem) had precipitated a rift between their two families by snipping off a lock...

Context Alexander Pope was born in London in 1688. As a Roman Catholic living during a time of Protestant consolidation in England, he was largely excluded from the university system and from political life, and suffered certain social and economic disadvantages because of his religion as well...

درس نه - رفتن به بیمارستان درس نه - رفتن به بیمارستان A Trip to the Hospital I have to get my tonsils out. I'm not really happy about it, but I'm tired of being sick and having sore throats. I have to go to the hospital two hours before my surgery. My mother will go with me. The...

دیدار یار غایب دانی چه ذوق دارد؟ / ابری که در بیابان بر تشنه ای ببارد

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Caliban Upon Setibos Caliban Upon Setibos Complete Text “Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself.” ’Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit’s much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop his chin. And...

Two in the Campagna Two in the Campagna Complete Text I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May? For me, I touched a thought, I know, Has...

Andrea del Sarto Andrea del Sarto Complete Text But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? I’ll work then for your friend’s friend, never fear...

Memorabilia Memorabilia Complete Text Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that...

Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came Complete Text I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the workings of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression...

A Toccata of Galuppi’s A Toccata of Galuppi’s Complete Text I. Oh, Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind; But although I give you credit, ’tis with such a heavy mind! II. Here you come with your...

Fra Lippo Lippi Fra Lippo Lippi Complete Text I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what’s to blame? you think you see a monk! What, ’tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley’s end...

Home-Thoughts, From Abroad Home-Thoughts, From Abroad Complete Text Oh, to be in England, Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While...

The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church Complete Text Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -sons mine ... ah God, I know not! Well — She, men would have to...

My Last Duchess My Last Duchess Complete Text That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said “Fra...

Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister Complete Text Gr-r-r — there go, my heart’s abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God’s blood...

Porphyria’s Lover Porphyria’s Lover Complete Text The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, and did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut...