On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
Lord George Byron
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since othes it hath ceased to move;
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the greif,
Are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze-
A funeral pile!
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
The exalted portion of the pain
And power of love, I cannot share,
But wear to the chain.
But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here-
Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now,
Where glory decks the hero's bier'
Or binds his brow.
title: a person who became 36years old.
paraphrase: being lonely when he is 36years old, wanted to love.
connotation: Rhyme scheme.(unmoved, move, beloved,love...)
Simile.(The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; )
Hyperbole.?(my days are in a yellow leaf; describe that the person's life is trifling)
attitude: lonely
shift:But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here- Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now,
title2: being lonely when he is 36.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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2 comments:
Congratulations for daring to do a more complex poem - bravo!
"Yellow leaf" could refer to the "autumn of life" - he feels he is getting older.
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