<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889</id><updated>2026-03-20T03:58:01.520-07:00</updated><category term="Tintern Abbey"/><category term="A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day"/><category term="Adam&#39;s Curse"/><category term="An Acre of Grass"/><category term="Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church"/><category term="Canonization"/><category term="Dejection: an Ode"/><category term="Hyperion"/><category term="Kubla Khan"/><category term="Loving in truth"/><category term="Milton’s Lycidas: Occasion"/><category term="Night of the Scorpion::Nissim Ezekiel"/><category term="Nonne Preestes Tale"/><category term="Nonne Preestes Tale:Scheme of the Tale:"/><category term="Porphyria’s lover"/><category term="She walks in Beauty"/><category term="Sordello"/><category term="Sorojini Naidu as a Natinalistic Poet"/><category term="Sylvia Plath: Life &#39;n&#39; Works"/><category term="The Deserted Village: Oliver Goldsmith"/><category term="The Ecstasy"/><category term="The Good-Morrow"/><category term="The Rape of the Lock"/><category term="The Tyger (The Tiger)"/><category term="The Waste Land"/><category term="The ant and the cricket poem summary"/><category term="The-solitary-reaper-wordsworth-summary-meaning-substance"/><category term="To His Coy Mistress"/><category term="Wordsworth’s view of Poetic Diction"/><category term="and faine in verse my love to show"/><category term="sordello:overview"/><title type='text'>ENGLISH NOTES</title><subtitle type='html'>A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day &#xa;Adam&#39;s Curse  &#xa;Dejection: an Ode  &#xa;Kubla Khan  &#xa;Porphyria’s lover,Tintern Abbey, Oliver Goldsmith: The Deserted Village  &#xa;Sordello  &#xa;Sylvia Plath: Life &#39;n&#39; Works &#xa;The Ecstasy  &#xa;The Good-Morrow &#xa;The Waste Land &#xa;To His Coy Mistress&#xa;Sister Carrie- Dreiser&#xa;Wordsworths&#39;s view about the place of feelings and emotions in poetry.&#xa;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-4470716265949943187</id><published>2020-05-28T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-05-28T09:25:38.213-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordsworth’s view of Poetic Diction"/><title type='text'>Wordsworth’s view of Poetic Diction</title><summary type="text">
The term ‘diction’ signifies the choice phrasing and using of words 
attractively and beautifully in any work of literature. Poetic diction 
is such a kind of diction, which is deemed suitable to poetry alone. 
Since the time of Aristotle there has not been any consensus of opinion 
as to what constitutes proper poetic diction. The poets of the fifteenth
 and sixteenth centuries found a style in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/4470716265949943187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/4470716265949943187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/4470716265949943187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/4470716265949943187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2020/05/wordsworths-view-of-poetic-diction.html' title='Wordsworth’s view of Poetic Diction'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-6135006691408646082</id><published>2017-07-10T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-07-10T10:35:25.583-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The-solitary-reaper-wordsworth-summary-meaning-substance"/><title type='text'>The Solitary Reaper:    William Wordsworth</title><summary type="text">
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Nissim Ezekiel is one of the most significant poets of post independence Indian English verse. He was born of a Jewish parents. Poverty and poetry were his companions. He was a prolific writer and journalist and contributed articles to a number of reputed journals and periodicals. He was the editor of &#39;Quest&#39;. His remarkable works are &#39;sixty poems&#39;, &#39;The Third&#39;, &#39;The Unfinished Man&#39;, &#39;The Exact</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/6380072279800817435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/6380072279800817435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6380072279800817435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6380072279800817435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2017/02/night-of-scorpionnissim-ezekiel.html' title='Night of the Scorpion::Nissim Ezekiel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-122435941387482990</id><published>2016-09-09T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-09-12T00:21:52.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordsworth’s view about the place of feelings and emotions in poetry</title><summary type="text">





William Wordsworth was not only a great poet but
also a great critic. He expounded his views on poetry, its nature and function
of a true poet in his &amp;nbsp;“Preface to the Lyrical
Ballad”. As regards the nature of poetry he clearly states that “Poetry is the spontaneous
overflow of powerful feelings”. In other words poetry comes from the internal
feelings of the poet. It is a matter of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/122435941387482990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/122435941387482990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/122435941387482990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/122435941387482990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2015/09/wordsworths-view-about-place-of.html' title='Wordsworth’s view about the place of feelings and emotions in poetry'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-7722747587298078989</id><published>2016-05-16T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-05-28T09:56:20.197-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The ant and the cricket poem summary"/><title type='text'>The ant and the cricket poem summary</title><summary type="text">
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Sorojini was one of Mother India‘s gifted children. She readily shared the pain of the country, fiercely articulated her agonies and hopes and gallantly strove to redeem the mother and redeem the time. In course of time the patriot exceeded the poet. She occupied some of the highest unofficial and official position in the public life of India. She travelled widely in India and overseas for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/5588311146201614181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/5588311146201614181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5588311146201614181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5588311146201614181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2014/02/sorojini-naidu-as-nationalistic-poet.html' title='Sorojini Naidu as a Nationalistic Poet'/><author><name>RNS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07807010563049696253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-3729580108776622462</id><published>2014-01-25T23:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-01-26T02:13:06.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare&#39;s contribution to literature</title><summary type="text">
Shakespeare has been so much written about, has been praised in such superlative terms and has been analysed with such subtlety that one despairs of adding anything new. Shakespeare excels in so many qualities that is hard to pin point the one excellence which may be said to distinguish him from all other writers.
We can express Lyly, Marlow, Ben Jonson each in a single formula. But Shakespeare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/3729580108776622462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/3729580108776622462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3729580108776622462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3729580108776622462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2014/01/shakespeare-has-been-so-much-written.html' title='Shakespeare&#39;s contribution to literature'/><author><name>RNS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07807010563049696253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-5754780151013883841</id><published>2012-07-01T03:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-01T03:29:15.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theodore Dreiser: Sister Carrie</title><summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;Sister Carrie (1900) is written by Theodore Dreiser about a&amp;nbsp; 18 years old country girl who moves from village to big city to make her dreams come true. 



The second half of the nineteenth century witnessed major transformations in every walk and aspect of American life. From a predominantly agrassion country America turned into a major industrial power. Large scale urbanization </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/5754780151013883841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/5754780151013883841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5754780151013883841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5754780151013883841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2012/07/theodore-dreiser-sister-carrie.html' title='Theodore Dreiser: Sister Carrie'/><author><name>RNS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07807010563049696253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-2915321644886022271</id><published>2011-02-18T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T01:12:53.626-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tintern Abbey"/><title type='text'>Tintern Abbey</title><summary type="text">Tintern Abbey
William Wordsworth
FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur. -- Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/2915321644886022271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/2915321644886022271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/2915321644886022271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/2915321644886022271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2011/02/tintern-abbey.html' title='Tintern Abbey'/><author><name>RNS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07807010563049696253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-7707274683708710369</id><published>2009-02-27T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:42:11.875-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="and faine in verse my love to show"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Loving in truth"/><title type='text'>Loving in truth, and faine in verse my love to show,: Sir Philip Sidney</title><summary type="text">Loving in truth, and faine in verse my love to show,That she, dear She, might take some pleasure of my pain,Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain,I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe;Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain,Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flowSome fresh and fruitful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/7707274683708710369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/7707274683708710369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/7707274683708710369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/7707274683708710369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving-in-truth-and-faine-in-verse-my.html' title='Loving in truth, and faine in verse my love to show,: Sir Philip Sidney'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-8560436297629943232</id><published>2008-12-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:19:55.246-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canonization"/><title type='text'>The Canonization by John Donne</title><summary type="text">In the opening line of “Canonization” – “ For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love” the poet urge not to be disturbed by an outsider’s speech in his act of love, the poet asks the intruder to keep quiet. He suggest a few alternatives for the intruder in ‘canonization’. He wants to speak then he can chide the poet’s palsy, gout, five gray hairs of ruined fortune, or the intruder can also do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/8560436297629943232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/8560436297629943232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8560436297629943232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8560436297629943232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2008/12/canonization-by-john-donne.html' title='The Canonization by John Donne'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-2385122837829663893</id><published>2008-10-31T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:42:31.519-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kubla Khan"/><title type='text'>Kubla Khan: S.T. Colridge</title><summary type="text">Kubla Khan is the masterpiece of S.T. Colridge. ‘Kubla Khan’ was written in 1798 and published in 1816. In the introduction of ‘Kubla Khan’ the circumstances have been discussed that prompted to write the poem:‘In the summer of the year 1797, the author, then in ill health and retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/2385122837829663893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/2385122837829663893' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/2385122837829663893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/2385122837829663893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/10/kubla-khan-st-colridge.html' title='Kubla Khan: S.T. Colridge'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-8209899845515524990</id><published>2008-06-15T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:44:19.308-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Rape of the Lock"/><title type='text'>The Rape of the Lock: Pope</title><summary type="text">The Rape of the Lock is the masterpiece of Alexander Pope. It is not merely a classic among the mock epics. It is a great satire too. The Rape of the Lock is a triumph of Pope’s poetic genius. Pope was a neo-classicist and wrote the unique mock-heroic poem the “The Rape of the Lock” when he was twenty-three. The poem was first published in 1712. In 1714 Pope elaborated it to five Cantos by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/8209899845515524990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/8209899845515524990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8209899845515524990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8209899845515524990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2008/06/rape-of-lock-pope.html' title='The Rape of the Lock: Pope'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-3721374872182081289</id><published>2008-02-18T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:37:23.117-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hyperion"/><title type='text'>Hyperion: A Fragment- Summary</title><summary type="text">Hyperion: A fragment is the masterpiece of John Keats. The poem is usually called as Hyperion. Hyperion is in blank verse. It is in unrhyming iambic pentameter lines. Hyperion narrates the war between two groups of gods, the Titans and the Olympians. The Olympians have defeated the Titans. The absolute ruler of the Titans, Saturn, is sadly sitting alone like a stone. There is no stir in the air. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/3721374872182081289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/3721374872182081289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3721374872182081289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3721374872182081289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2008/02/hyperion-fragment-summary.html' title='Hyperion: A Fragment- Summary'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-5463024885642668700</id><published>2007-01-09T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:20:08.547-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Deserted Village: Oliver Goldsmith"/><title type='text'>The Deserted Village: Oliver Goldsmith</title><summary type="text">The Deserted Village: Oliver GoldsmithThe Deserted Village is the masterpiece of Oliver Goldsmith(1728-1774). The poem was first published on 26th May 1770. The strong infusion of personal feeling suggests that Auburn may have been the Irish village of Lissoy of Goldsmith’s child hood.In the poem ‘The Deserted Village’ Oliver Goldsmith portrays the simple rustic life and happiness. He is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/5463024885642668700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/5463024885642668700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5463024885642668700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5463024885642668700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2007/01/deserted-village-oliver-goldsmith.html' title='The Deserted Village: Oliver Goldsmith'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-5037558003704218596</id><published>2006-12-29T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:35:49.020-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tintern Abbey"/><title type='text'>Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William Wordsworth</title><summary type="text">Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William WordsworthComposition:The poem Tintern  Abbey was composed in July 1798 . The poem was first published in the Lyrical Ballads.The setting: The Tintern Abbey is situated on the bank of the river Wye. The Wye is a mountain river and it flows through England. Tintern Abbey is a famous ecclesiastical ruin.Substance: The calm and quiet beauty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/5037558003704218596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/5037558003704218596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5037558003704218596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/5037558003704218596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/lines-composed-few-miles-above-tintern_29.html' title='Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-7810827588442018827</id><published>2006-12-29T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:35:15.791-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tintern Abbey"/><title type='text'>Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William Wordsworth</title><summary type="text">Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William WordsworthComposition:The poem Tintern  Abbey was composed in July 1798 . The poem was first published in the Lyrical Ballads.The setting: The Tintern Abbey is situated on the bank of the river Wye. The Wye is a mountain river and it flows through England. Tintern Abbey is a famous ecclesiastical ruin.Substance: The calm and quiet beauty of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/7810827588442018827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/7810827588442018827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/7810827588442018827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/7810827588442018827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/lines-composed-few-miles-above-tintern.html' title='Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey: William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-9138870432562101390</id><published>2006-12-21T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:15:39.853-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="She walks in Beauty"/><title type='text'>She walks in Beauty: Lord Byron</title><summary type="text">She walks in Beauty: Lord ByronText: She Walks in Beauty was written in 1814 by Lord Byron.The poem is about Mrs. Ann Beatrix Horton, the wife of Byron’s second cousin.She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies,And al that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellow’d to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies,One shade the more, one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/9138870432562101390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/9138870432562101390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/9138870432562101390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/9138870432562101390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/she-walks-in-beauty-lord-byron.html' title='She walks in Beauty: Lord Byron'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-761761144846226715</id><published>2006-12-17T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:15:52.376-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Tyger (The Tiger)"/><title type='text'>The Tyger (The Tiger): Blake</title><summary type="text">The Tyger (The Tiger)The poem ‘The Tyger, is taken from Blake’s songs of Experience which appeared in 1794.Text:Tyger! Tyger! Burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?And what shoulder, and what art,Could twist the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/761761144846226715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/761761144846226715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/761761144846226715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/761761144846226715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyger-tiger-blake.html' title='The Tyger (The Tiger): Blake'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-8249925263465327086</id><published>2006-12-13T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:09:36.570-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church"/><title type='text'>Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church</title><summary type="text">The poem ‘Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church’ was first published in Hood’s Magazine in 1845 with the name ‘The Tomb at St. Praxed’s’. Later Bowning changed the name and called it ‘Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church’. Browning does not tell us the Bishop’s name. He might have in mind the life of Cardinal Ippolito d’ Este, the Younger who was a materialistic vain and extremely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/8249925263465327086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/8249925263465327086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8249925263465327086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/8249925263465327086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/bishop-orders-his-tomb-at-stpraxeds.html' title='Bishop Orders His Tomb at St.Praxed’s Church'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-3868963628185975575</id><published>2006-12-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:01:23.201-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="An Acre of Grass"/><title type='text'>An Acre of Grass: W.B. Yeats</title><summary type="text">An Acre of Grass: W.B. YeatsText:Picture and Book remain,An acre of green grassFor air and exercise,Now strength of body goes;Midnight, and old houseWhere nothing stirs but a mouse.My temptations is quiet,Here at life’s endNeither loose imagination,Nor the mill of the mindConsuming its rag and boneCan make the truth known.Grant me an old man’s frenzy,Myself must I remakeTill I am Timon and LearOr</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/3868963628185975575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/3868963628185975575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3868963628185975575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3868963628185975575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/acre-of-grass-wb-yeats.html' title='An Acre of Grass: W.B. Yeats'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-3465221132716334297</id><published>2006-12-05T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:54:44.617-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonne Preestes Tale:Scheme of the Tale:"/><title type='text'>Nonne Preestes Tale:Scheme of the Tale:</title><summary type="text">Nonne Preestes Tale:Scheme of the Tale:The Nun’s Priest Tale collocates a number of stories. Some of them are about dreams told by the cock Chanticleer and the Priest. The widow tells the other story. The dream stories are embedded in the fable, the fable story is embedded in the window’s story and the widow’s story in the Priest’s, the Priest’s story is embedded in the Canterbury Tales which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/3465221132716334297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/3465221132716334297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3465221132716334297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/3465221132716334297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/nonne-preestes-talescheme-of-tale.html' title='Nonne Preestes Tale:Scheme of the Tale:'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-6954158719877272834</id><published>2006-12-03T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:47:59.170-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonne Preestes Tale"/><title type='text'>Nonne Preestes Tale</title><summary type="text">Nonne Preestes Tale-Introduction: Geoffrey Chaucer is the greatest English writer before Shakespear and the the earliest of the greatest moderns. “The Canterbury Tales” is his master piece. The “Nonne Preestes Tale” is one of the finest tales of the ‘Canterbury Tales’. It is the eleventh Tale among the twenty complete tales of Chaucer in his scheme of one hundred twenty four tales in ‘The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/6954158719877272834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/6954158719877272834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6954158719877272834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6954158719877272834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/12/nonne-preestes-tale.html' title='Nonne Preestes Tale'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2972791586352816889.post-6316440158605172932</id><published>2006-11-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:36:31.965-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sordello:overview"/><title type='text'>Sordello:Overview</title><summary type="text">Sordello in Mantua :OverviewSordello is  the main character of the poem named after him. He is a troubadour- a poet. He hanks after name, fame, power and money. He is invited to a song-contest at the court in Mantua, in Italy. His friends receive him warmly but the enemies conspire. He sings there. Men and women praise him. He participates in the song contest and defeats the court poet, Eglamor. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/feeds/6316440158605172932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2972791586352816889/6316440158605172932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6316440158605172932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2972791586352816889/posts/default/6316440158605172932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poem-notes.blogspot.com/2006/11/sordellooverview.html' title='Sordello:Overview'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>