Whare'er that place be priests ca' Hell, Whare a' the tones o' misery yell, An' ranked plagues their numbers tell In dreadfu' raw, Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell Amang them a'! O thou grim, mischief-making chiel, That gars the notes o' discord squeel Till humankind aft dance a reel In gore a shoe-thick, Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal A towmond's toothache. What a great idea, a poem addressed to Toothache. I can only imagine what 18th Century Toothache would be like. No novocaine then!
While the eldest daughters, Regan and Goneril, falsely declare endless love which allows them no other joy but their father – and in return receive one third of his lavish kingdom – Cordelia honestly relays that she has ‘nothing’ to say, and upon further persuasion maintains ‘I love you according to my bond; no more, no less’. This angers Lear, who leaves her none of the kingdom and refuses to accept the value of the honesty of Cordelia’s reply over the lies which constitute his other daughters’ replies, despite advice from loyal servants. Lear insists he ‘have no such daughter’ after this response; a very intense reaction to her simple insistence not to spin lies to afford personal gain. This portrayal of family relationships positions the audience to empathise with Cordelia’s quiet but genuine love because we are exposed to thoughts in sidenotes which the rest of the characters can’t hear, such as ‘my love’s more ponderous than my tongue’ which explains her idea of love to the audience – an idea which opposes her father’s. Unlike Lear, Shakespeare positions the audience to realise the calculated nature
There is lots of wrath in this novella. Marlow is chatting with the bricklayer about how he and Mr. Kurtz want rivets. This made the bricklayer become very cold, and started to talk about an old hippo who would wander around the station during night. The pilgrims would empty their rifles at it. It was a waste of energy.
We dredged him up, for killed, until he whined "O sir, my eyes — I'm blind — I'm blind, I'm blind!" Coaxing, I held a flame against his lids And said if he could see the least blurred light He was not blind; in time he'd get all right. "I can't," he sobbed. Eyeballs, huge-bulged like squids Watch my dreams still; but I forgot him there In posting next for duty, and sending a scout To beg a stretcher somewhere, and floundering about To other posts under the shrieking air. Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed, And one who would have drowned himself for good, — I try not to remember these things now.
| | “He thinks if he could teach him that, he’d be | | Some good perhaps to someone in the world. | 100 | He hates to see a boy the fool of books. | | Poor Silas, so concerned for other folk, | | And nothing to look backward to with pride, | | And nothing to look forward to with hope, | | So now and never any different.” | 105 | This poem conveys that people want to die on a “good note.” Mary, Warren’s wife impatiently waits for Warren to come home to tell him the news that Silas, a former helper has returned “home” because he is ill. Warren doesn’t want to waste his time dealing with Silas because Silas broke his contract he had with him. Mary pleads that Silas is sick and is in need of great help. Warren doesn’t really care because he thinks that Silas’ rich brother should take care of him.
Pattyn’s Father blames himself for his past and drowns his guilt in liquor, making him an alcoholic. One who beats Pattyn’s mother, who believes women must succumb to their husband’s actions. Her mother believes her duty is to bear as many children as possible, especially a boy to carry on the family name. But so far Pattyn’s mother has only conceived 7 girls named after famous military generals. Pattyn, being unable to take the stress of home, begins to question her role in life, especially through her father’s eyes.
Jem says, "Scout, I'm telling' you for the last time, shut your trap or go home--I declare to the Lord you're getting' more like a girl every day!" Since Scout thinks being a girl sucks and always wants to keep up with her older brother. Jem saying this to her was like a slap across the face, she had no choice but to go along. 3. This tells us that Jem really wants his father to not see him as a child anymore but as an adult.
I-' 'Have to go back?' interrupted Shmuel. '-Yes. I'm sorry Shmuel. I'll ask my father about your Papa.
Poe ran away from college and enlisted in the army. Poe was greatly affected by the death of his adoptive mother. Her last words told her husband to find her son and bring him home, and that was exactly what he did. John Allan bought him out of the army and enrolled him into West Point; however, Poe acted out and deliberately got himself expelled. He was shunned by his jealous step-mother and her newborn son.
What would he say if he saw us now or what would Beorn say? I don't want to think about it or that we might not see them again. My thoughts keep drifting back to my family and friends. To think I was once the most respected hobbit, in the Shire, like my father and the rest of the Baggins, to, if we survive and go back, a hobbit no one respects! I wonder if my father would respect me.