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We are presented with a libertine speaker talking of many lovers. He suggests that, though he has spoken about the pain of love, it is only ‘Love’s pleasures’ that he cares about. As such, he has ‘betrayed’ ‘a thousand beauties’. He claims to have been a callous and deceiving lover, telling ‘the fair’ about the ‘wounds and smart’ they long to hear of, then ‘laughing’ and leaving. The poem is written in three elegant septets. Notice the iambic tetrameter and consider how important form might be to the theme of this particular kind of love and betrayal.
This speaker may not be entirely honest. The final stanza begins with ‘Alone’. Is there any sense of regret here? The speaker claims to be ‘Without the hell’ of love, yet in the same line we find reference to the ‘heaven of joy’. He may even also sacrificed his joy with his promiscuous love.
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Today, after many days, I can finally identify my feeling. Obviously, I feel lonely, very lonely, because the children who used to play in my garden nowadays don't do it anymore.
Every year, with the arrival of spring, those little ones came to my home to play, have fun and laugh, full of life. But this year, unexpectedly, that didn't happen and I don't know why. And I don't know why for so long I scared and scared them away, when they were just pure, happy and friendly.
Today, I just want those little ones to come back and fill my garden with joy. I just wish I could make amends for so many years of mistreatments, and let those happy children share their kindness with me.
Answer: B, Evidence suggests that corn arrived in the American Southwest per 2.500 years ago.
