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By William Gordon McCabe (1841-1920)

I picture her there in the quaint old room,
  Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,
Alone in the twilight's tender gloom
  With the shadows that dance on the dim-lit walls.

Alone, while those faces look silently down
  From their antique frames in a grim repose--
Slight scholarly Ralph in his Oxford gown,
  And stanch Sir Alan, who died for Montrose.

There are gallants gay in crimson and gold,
  There are smiling beauties with powdered hair,
But she sits there, fairer a thousand-fold,
  Leaning dreamily back in her low arm-chair.

And the roseate shadows of fading light
  Softly clear, steal over the sweet young face,
Where a woman's tenderness blends to-night
  With the guileless pride of a knightly race.

Her hands lie clasped in a listless way
  On the old Romance--which she holds on her knee--
Of Tristram, the bravest of knights in the fray,
  And Iseult, who waits by the sounding sea.

And her proud, dark eyes wear a softened look,
  As she watches the dying embers fall:
Perhaps she dreams of the knight in the book,
  Perhaps of the pictures that smile on the wall.

What fancies, I wonder, are thronging her brain,
  For her cheeks flush warm with a crimson glow!
Perhaps--ah! me, how foolish and vain!
  But I'd give my life to believe it so.

Well, whether I ever march home again
  To offer my love and a stainless name,
Or whether I die at the head of my men,
  I'll be true to the end all the same.
When i first read this poem i could really picture the story in which the author is telling; it isn't a difficult read.  The soldier in the poem was day dreaming which I connected to.  I find myself day dreaming when I am supposed to be doing work.  Also, in the poem the soldier misses someone back home which I also related to.  This poem represents the mood of the majority of the soldiers.  They were out fighting a war though as they grew tried they began to day dream our their girlfriends and family back home.
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Posted by on November 16, 2011 in Civil War Poetry



Indian National Pledge

The Indian National Pledge

The Indian National Pledge is commonly
recited by Indians in unison at public events, during daily assemblies in many
Indian schools, and during the Independence Day and Republic Day Observance
Ceremonies. The words of the National Pledge goes like

General Pledge (in English)

India is my country.
All Indians are my brothers and sisters.
I love my country. I am proud of its
rich and varied heritage.
I shall always strive to be worthy of it.
I shall give my parents, teachers and all elders, respect, and treat everyone with
courtesy. To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion.
In their well being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness.

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Posted by on August 28, 2011 in Pledges



Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound was born in Idaho in 1885. Ezra’s most significant contribution to literature was his use of imagism, which stresses clarity, precision, and economy of language. He developed this technique after he traveled abroad to Spain, Italy, and London in 1908. In 1924, Ezra and his wife moved to Italy where he became involved in Fascists politics. When he returned to the United States in 1945 he was arrested for treason, but acquitted shortly after. He then was declared mentally ill and hospitalized until 1958 when a group of writers successfully fought for his release. He then returned to Venice, Italy where he died in 1972.

Even though A Girl by Ezra Pound is very short and simple, this is not the only reason I chose it. Anyone who has ever been in love can read far deeper into these nine lines. Not trying to be a sappy love sick puppy, but Ezra pinpoints this certain emotion among many that love makes its victims experience; the feeling of two people becoming one. As Ezra expresses the way the tree slowly enters the lovers body, so does love. At first symptoms of love include the innocent crush, which turns into the interest, which turns into the like, which turns into the caring about each other, which turns into the appreciation for each other, which turns into the missing/needing each other, and finally into LOVE. The victim knows when they reach this point in their relationship. You only feel complete when your with this person and you are at your most care free, happy go lucky self. You become so comfortable with each other, you hold nothing back because you feel protected and safe. Love can be the most amazing thing in the world, and what is even better about the whole idea is that no one else but you and the person you love understand what you two have. The people looking in upon your relationship and your infatuation judge harshly because they don’t understand your love for each other. This is one of the most romantic parts of the love, the secret you two keep that isolates you from the rest of the world, allowing you to create a even better world made up of you and the one you love.

A Girl. By Ezra Pound

The tree has entered my hands,

The sap has ascended my arms,

The tree has grown in my breast- Downward,

The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,

Moss you are,

You are violets with wind above them.

A child – so high – you are,

And all this is folly to the world.

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Posted by on May 27, 2011 in Poets



Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet was born in England in 1612.  She emigrated to the U.S. in 1630.Anne  was one of the fist know poets in the United States of America.  Growing up she had a rather rough life; she moved from place to place and was often sick.  She was a very passionate person and these struggles did not get her down.   Later in life she married and had children.  Her husband traveled often with his job so she was left home with the children frequently.  Being well educated she was able to read and teach her children on her own.  These times that her husband was gone were when most of her poems were written so  she wrote because she was lonely. Her health not being the best, she passed away in 1672 from illness at 60 years old.

The title By Night When Others Soundly Slept is the first indication of Anne Bradstreet’s attempt to isolate herself to show her loneliness.The title illustrates the idea that the supporting force behind her strong front Anne exemplifies is with her always even when others are asleep. I chose this poem because Anne connects it to her real life and struggles with loneliness. As stated in her biography, Anne is a lonely person and she has been since she was little. Even in her adult life when her husband was not around much, she still seemed lonely with her children. However, she put on a pretending act for everyone to see how strong she really is, declaring that she doesn’t need the constant companionship from another person. She clarifies this lack of need for support from her husband in this poem. When all others are sleeping, Anne confides in something that is greater than anything on earth. Her faith in this power allows her to get through everyday despite the lack of an actual physical support system. It can be argued that this being has a lot to do with her personal beliefs and religion, therefore the one she feels comfortable enough to confide in is God himself. God gives Anne strength and confidence as he  “banisht thence [her] doubts and fears”. As appreciation, Anne promises “I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live, and Loue him to Eternity”, which can be found in the scriptures of those followers of Jesus Christ.

By Night When Others Soundly Slept

By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.

I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow’d his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.

My hungry Soul he fill’d with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.

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Posted by on May 27, 2011 in Poets



Who is Watching You?


Privacy Issues

Orwell was definitely headed in the right direction when he predicted the future in his book 1984. For the time, when he was writing the book, he ideas were pretty far fetched but in todays society it doesn’t seem to far off.  Our world is growing closer and closer to Orwell’s prediction everyday.  

 The article Forgot What You Searched For? Google didn’t. discusses how Google is “watching you” like “Big Brother is Watching You”.  In 1984 you didn’t know when the government was watching through the telescreen.  It’s a very similar situation for us today; our government can easily watch us without us knowing.  

Google is one search engine that watches everyone who uses it, unless a person has changed the settings on the computer which is highly unlikely. Google stores a tracking “cookie” or small file of each computer which stores information like the address of the computer, the Web browser, and date and time from each search that was ever inquired.  Though currently the data is not matched with an individual’s search query,  it can easily change in the future because it would not go against any privacy policies.

Manipulation of Public Opinion

The government and media control what we buy by the advertising different ideas and products.  Though we want to believe we are indepentdent thinkers and come up with our own orginal ideas, the government plays a vital role in what products we are interested in and purchase.  In this way they can control our thoughts, desires,opinions etc. which can lead to controling our actions. In the YouTube video Creative Advertising Techniques it says avertising techniques are tools used to draw attention, spark interest, create ideas and emotions which then influences what people feel and remember. 

In 1984 Big Brother restraind the people from living lives with any aspect of freedom;  the government watched their every move and didn’t allow them to think for themselves.  The people had to keep clear minds and avoid any type of thought. If they couldn’t refrain from having thoughts they put themselves at great risk of being caught by the Thought Police.

“War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength”(Orwell 31).  Big brother was able to make these people believe things like war is peace which is something that seems like they should be opposites.  But after being influnced by the governent and realizing there was no way out, Winston and the other citizens learn to believe anything Big Brother has to tell him.

Creative Avertising Techniques

“Advertising Techniques 2011 Creative TV, Print and Digital Examples.” Creative Advertising Ideas, Techniques and Creative Briefs. Web. 06 Apr. 2011.

Forgot What You Searched for? Google didn’t.
Walker, Leslie. “Leslie Walker – Forgot What You Searched For? Google Didn’t –” The Washington Post: National, World & D.C. Area News and Headlines – Web. 06 Apr. 2011. <;.
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Posted by on April 7, 2011 in Beyond 1984



Naturalism in Literature


Naturalism is a philosophy which has more than one accepted meaning. In one way naturalism is defined in terms of natural causes and there being  no God or spirit. Another view denies the existence of god and supernatural or spiritual elements. One more view, states that God is the creator of the universe but he does not interfere with nature or man.

This view began during the late nineteenth century when the writers were influenced with science and philosophy. Having more education, writers based their literature off of reality versus tales and stories. Naturalism can also be seen as a blend of realism and romanticism.  It combines what you see as perfection with what is reality.

Cuizon, Gwen. “What Is Naturalism in Literature?” Bukisa – Share Your Knowledge. 12 Feb. 2009. Web. 25 Oct. 2010. <;.

Dubray, Charles. “Naturalism.” The Catholic Encyclopedia. Vol. 10. New York: Robert Appleton Company, 1911. 25 Oct. 2010 <;.

“Naturalism.” Philosophy – Web. 25 Oct. 2010. <;.

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Posted by on October 25, 2010 in Thomas More's Utopia


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