From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the h…
From the mistress of the house, the visitor glanced to the house itself. There was not sign of a woman in the room. No graceful little adornment, no fanciful little device, however trivial, anywhere expressed her influence. Cheerless and comfortless, boastfully and doggedly rich, there the room stared at its present occupants, unsoftened and unrelieved by the least trace of any womanly occupation. As Mr. ___________ stood in the midst of his household gods, so those unrelenting divinities occupied their places around Mr. __________, and they were worthy of one another, and well matched.
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“Because, ________,” said his sister, after silently watching the sparks awhile, “as I get older, and nearer growing up, I often sit wondering here, and think how unfortunate it is for me that I can’t reconcile you to home better than I am able to do. I don’t know what other girls know. I can’t play to you or sing to you. I can’t talk to you so as to lighten your mind, for I never see any amusing sights or read any amusing books that it would be a pleasure or a relief to you to talk about, when you are tired.”
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What poem is this passage from? Who wrote it and what is it about? Who speaks these lines, when, and why? What do they show about the poem? “Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me: For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with _________________.”
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Identify title and author of this work. Who is “he” that is mentioned, what is the “thought,” and what does the passage show about that thought? Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he proposeA stratagem, that makes the beldame start:
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He stood still in the gloom of the hall, trying to catch the air that the voice was singing and gazing up at his wife. There was grace and mystery in her attitude as if she were a symbol of something. He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter.
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Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lighten’d … … While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things
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