O'Connell Ac Activities tivities Activities Center, and granting tuition waivers to graduate students. For those 1 student Ixxly president and vice president can candidate's didate's candidate's we have chosen not to endorse, we can only ask why they failed to use their present positions for the benefit of the students.
Remittances should be made by bank draft or check. If neither of these can be procured, the money should be sent in aregisrered letter. All postmasters are obliged to register letters when requested to do so. JUST a whisper from the skies, In the hush of midnight dreary, Clasped with peace the aching eyes, Bore their little sufferer weary Home, to rest in heavens sweet morrow; While far round our footsteps spread Depths of wild unwavering sorrow, Babys dead!
Still around that brow so fair More than earthly beauty lingers; Gently smoothe the falling hair, Fold the tiny frozen fingers; Twine the curls so proudly tended, In a halo round his head; Pride and hope alike are ended, Babys dead! Lonely to the hopeless tomb, Darling child!
From its drear corroding gloom Love would freely die to shield thee. Can we bear that dust should gather Round our darlings golden head? Spare the bitter cup, 0 Father, Babys dead! Sun and moon and stars are smitten With despairs dark night oerspread; Round the universe is written, Babys dead!
Darling, from your slumbers deep, Mother calls, will you not waken? In that lone, mysterious sleep, Do you dream of hearts forsaken? Safe where joys neer droop and languish, Are you watching overhead? Oh, the passion of the anguish, Babys dead!
Peace, at last, may hush the strife, Where no mists of parting sever, We may greet thee crowned with life, Clasp thee in our love forever. But to-night, bereft and lonely, Yearn we for our treasure fled, While weird echoes answer only, Babys dead!
I wonder, lovd one, was it thou or I Who pourd our soul forth on the musics strain? Thou art not living yet I hear thee sigh, And sing, and sob, like gods more than us men. Since he, Cremonas master, wnrkd and wrought With more than human skill, he surely breathd Into his sweet creation speech and thought, Best of the forest, with mans best en- wreathd.
The master breathd upon thee, with the love That centres in a soul; and lo! And yet, sweet violin! They seem in their calm beauty to uprear Their haughty heads, and blush with con- scious pride, As if the mosses, ferns and all things near Were but as slaves and vassals at their side.
The cool, green depths where nature seems asleep, Their passionate color fills with warmth and grace, Till thoughts of regal pomp and splendor come; And gazing on their hue so rich and deep I seem to see, as in a vision, pass Some gorgeous pageant through the streets of Rome.
Not very long ago lie lived upon the lips of all educated people as the lover of Laura, the poet of the canzoniere, the hermit of Vaucluse, the founder of a school of sentimental son- neteers called Petrarchisti.
This fame of Italys first lyrist still belongs to Petrarch, and remains perhaps his highest title to immortality, seeing that the work of the artist outlives the memory of services ren- dered to civilization by the pioneer of learning.
Yet we now know that Pe- trarchs poetry exhausted but a small por- tion of his intellectual energy, and was included in a vaster and far more univer- sally important life-task.
What he did for the modern world was not merely to be- queath to his Italian imitators master- pieces of lyrical art unrivalled for perfec- tion of workmanship, but to open out for Europe a new sphere of mental activity. Petrarch is the founder of humanism, the man of genius who, standing within the threshold of the Middle Ages, surveyed the kingdom of the modern spirit, and by his own inexhaustible industry in the field of study determined the future of the Renaissance.
By bringing the men of his own generation once more into sym- pathetic relation with antiquity, he gave a decisive impulse to that great European movement which restored freedom, self- consciousness, and the faculty of progress to the human intellect.
To assert that without Petrarch this new direction could not have been taken by the nations at the close of the Middle Ages would be hazard- ous.
The warm reception which he met with in his lifetime and the extraordinary activity of his immediate successors prove that the age itself was ripe for a momen- tous change. Edinburgh and London, He was in fact the hero of the humanistic struggle; and so far-reaching were the in- terests controlled by him in this his world- historical capacity, that his achievement as an Italian lyrist seems by comparison insignificant.How Does The Poet Display His Concerns?
"Rising five" by Norman Nicholson is a poem based on humans and youths in general regarding how they are always looking towards and focusing on the future rather than the present tense perspective. Apr 17, · Norman Nicholson () is known for his association with a town on the edge of the Lake District, Millom - and for four books of poems, two novels, four verse plays, criticism and an autobiography, Wednesday Early Closing ().
His work is characterised by the simplicity and directness of his language, and deals with "ordinary" things. Hamburg - Germany.
Comment closely on the poem Rising Five, looking in particular at how Nicholson uses imagery. “Rising Five” is about how people want to grow up quickly, and therefore how we want to rush through our lives and our youth.
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