tintern abby

“The gentle green hills which on either hand enclosed the village, tufted here and there with magnificent trees, the village itself, straggling and wide, each cottage being far apart from its neighbors and each ornamented with flower beds and shrubberies; these with a lovely stream which would through the valley, formed, as far as my memory may be trusted, one of the most exquisite panoramas, on which it has ever been my good fortune to

Part of the forests’ attractiveness is that the townspeople are terrified of it. They do not go there because of their fear of the Native Americans and the lack of order associated with the darkness. However, Hester sees the forest in a different light. While there in the forest she’s allowed to be unrestricted in her emotions and actions. Hawthorne describes the beauty of the forest as “ . . . there appeared a channel–way of pebbles, and brown, sparkling sand,” (279). Hester wasn’t the only person to appreciate the beauty of the forest, while visiting the forest, Hester and Pearl, “Here they sat down on a luxuriant heap of moss; which at some epoch of the preceding century, had been a gigantic pine, with its roots and trunk in the darksome shade, and its head aloft in the upper atmosphere It was a little dell where they had seated themselves, with a leaf–strewn bank rising gently on either side, and a brook flowing through the midst . . .”(Hawthorne 154). Hester is not the only one who enjoys the beauty of the forest her daughter, Pearl, does too. “Pearl set off at a great pace. Hester smiled to see that she did actually catch the sunshine and stood laughing in the midst of it, brightened by its splendor and glowing with the liveliness of rapid motion. The light lingered around the lonely child as if glad to have such a playmate.” (Hawthorne

In the essay, “A Literature of Place”, Barry Lopez expresses the importance of nature as it applies to human life. Through this he states that humans’ imagination are inspired by the scenery around them. Lopez revolves around a central perspective; Ancient american literature has always been rooted in nature. By acknowledging that modern human identity has been interpreted by nature, Lopez describes how the landscape of an area can shape the structure of the communities and how it can help with spiritual collapse. Nature writing has often been summarised by being one of the oldest threads in american literature. With our nation's aging one needs to reflect on their literary past; therefore, Lopez insists that we find our path to nature that

14: Though the landscape is one of rare beauty, to a European or English eye it seems desolate, and even after more than forty years my father could not become reconciled to it. He longed for the generous and

“The landscape, the whole great circle of it, grassheads, scrub, water, sky, quite took his breath away.” (Pg 17)

The poem begins with the poet noticing the beauty around her, the fall colors as the sun sets “Their leaves and fruits seemed painted, but was true, / Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hue;” (5-6). The poet immediately relates the effects of nature’s beauty to her own spiritual beliefs. She wonders that if nature here on Earth is so magnificent, then Heaven must be more wonderful than ever imagined. She then views a stately oak tree and

Abbey would stay with our father while I had some much needed time away. If she was unable to, the visiting hospice nurse accompanied his needs. The hours I spent at a bunch of graves would appear obsessive to some, but it was comforting to be near even if it was at gravestones. Perhaps it was a way to connect with Calvin, despite the reality of his death. Visiting his stone, keeping the lots maintained; all of these factors, as trivial as they were, helped with my grief. A minor part of me felt foolish, while the majority indispensably embraced this without

The Abbey ruins stand next to St Mary’s Church, overlooking the old town of Whitby clustered at the mouth of the River Esk. Like all Abbeys, it suffered at the hands of Henry VIII, but the gaunt silhouette of the ruin still presents a dramatic sight against the sky, particularly at

In the sonnet, the picture of the genealogical home stands for the solid backing and unequivocal adoration she got from her grandma. The symbolism is close to home and perfectly expresses her situation in a cold marriage. In this way, the old house was for her a position of typical retreat to a universe of guiltlessness, immaculateness and straightforwardness, an Edenic world where affection and bliss are still conceivable." The artist has strengthened the feelings of sentimentality and anguish by displaying a differentiation between her youth and her adult stages. The completion of the far off and nonattendance and the vacancy of the close and the present give the ballad its strength. The pictures of "snakes moving among books", blood turning "chilly like the moon", "visually impaired eyes of window", "solidified air"' bring out a feeling of death and gloom. The house itself turns into an image - an Ednic world, a support of affection and happiness. The departure, the wonderful retreat, is truth be told, the writer's own way of recommending the sadness of her current circumstance. Her longing for the house is a typical retreat to a universe of guiltlessness,

In stanzas 12 and 13, the narrator sits on a velvet cushion in front of the bird and ponders what the raven means by repeating this word he has associated with the departed Lenore. Now, the grieving lover, in anticipation of the raven’s maddening repetition of

In “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey”, the beginning of the poem contains a slow, extending rhythm and the repeating of the word ‘five’ emphasizes the amount of time the poet has been disconnected from this site. As five years have passed, the poet is back to a place of natural beauty and calmness. He is pleased to see the hedgerows, sportive wood, pastoral farms, green doors and the lofty cliffs, the plots of cottage ground, orchard groves and copses. However, he is impressed being in Tintern Abbey the most when he visits this place. As the view of blended wildness and order is presented, a clear, visual picture of the scene is developed. A life of the common people in harmony with nature is awakened

This short excerpt from his poem recalled his past and present time in viewing the Abbey and signifies a true feeling of love or excitement to return to a memory that brings about this setting of tranquility. Repetition in the sense of a reoccurring state of mind can suggest how time takes its toll. (Fairer 179) From

In the last stanza, where the personification of Autumn is almost entirely removed from the scene, words belonging to the word field “sound” or “music” predominate the stanza, such as “choir” (l. 26), “bleat” (l. 30), or “treble” (l. 31). In the context of the poem, it is quite possible that the stanza itself, or even the whole poem, is a farewell song, or a mourning anthem (see also the word “mourn” in l. 26), especially if one considers Autumn’s sudden disappearance, and the detailed description of their

In the third stanza, the imagery and tone change to a more dark and more dull mood, where “no one can be merry” and the activities have to come to an end, because the “The Sun does descend…On the darkening green” (lines 21-23 and 30). Moreover, this dusky setting and the end of the day embody death. The different imagery, both visual and auditory, in the different stanzas illustrating the viability of Spring and the inevitability of the night, Spring representing life and the night representing death. Consequently, the dual themes of the poem, Nature and humanity, relate through the explicate and dynamic imagery of Spring and the night. Furthermore, the juxtaposition of “London” and “The Ecchoing Green” commands great contrast and comparison and further conveys the different themes of both poems with a richer sense of understanding as they support each

At the end of another winter, an old man sat in his lodge which stood on the banks of a frozen river. The days were not as frigid as they had been in the last three months. His fire was dying, yet the air was not so cold. He was ancient and solitary. Age had turned his long hair a snowy white, and caused every bone in his body to creak and groan as he stood up to stroke the glowing embers of his fire. The days passed slowly as he listened to the sound of the snow whirling outside. One day a beautiful young woman entered his lodge. Her deep, dark eyes danced and shone, and her cheeks were bright. She wore a crown of primroses in her raven-black hair and wore a beautiful dress strewn with wildflowers. Her figure was tall, slender, and lithe, and she had a dignified grace about her. Her movements looked like a weightless dance upon a sunbeam. In her hand she held flowers, which carried the sweet-smelling fragrance of springtime.