http://www.literaturearticles.com An insight to the world of literature.. Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:23:47 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY "WHY, William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? "Where are your books?--that light  bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind. "You look round on your ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/expostulation-and-reply-william-wordsworth.html William Wordsworth was a famous Romantic poet. His work became a source to spread the Romantic Movement, which emphasized the role of emotions and the beauty of Nature. Wordsworth was born at Cockermouth in Cumberland on 7 April 1770. His parents were John Wordsworth and Ann Cookson. He was a second ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/william-wordsworth-a-romantic-poet-s-autobiography-and-works.html Lyrical Ballads written and published in 1798  hold a special place in the world of literature. It was a joint venture by William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge; a result of their close friendship. It is remarkable in establishing Romantic Movement, which broke away from the prevailing norms of the ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/william-wordsworth-s-lyrical-ballads.html Literature is the true depiction of human life in all eras and throughout the centuries. It provides an insight to human life, the behaviors and conducts of humans, as well an access to their inner realms. This quality of literature has forced critics to analyze literature on psychological grounds in ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/psychoanalytic-criticism-of-literature.html A Poison Tree - William Blake I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-poison-tree.html A Little Girl Lost - William Blake Children of the future Age, Reading this indignant page; Know that in a former time. Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime. In the Age of Gold, Free from winters cold: Youth and maiden bright. To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful pair Fill’d with softest care; Met in ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-little-girl-lost.html A Little Boy Lost - William Blake "Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. "And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door." The Priest sat by ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-little-boy-lost.html A Dream - William Blake Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: "Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-dream.html A Divine Image - William Blake Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge. http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-divine-image.html A Cradle Song - William Blake Sweet dreams form a shade, O’er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with soft down. Weave thy brows an infant crown. Sweet sleep Angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child. Sweet smiles in the night, Hover over my delight. Sweet smiles Mothers smiles, All the livelong ... http://www.literaturearticles.com/a-cradle-song.html