So there’s this moment in the play Julius Caesar where one Roman nobelman says to another, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings.” And in the context of the play, that quotation makes perfect sense—these two guys did not suffer some unjust destiny; they made decisions that led them to their fates.<span>
However, that quote has since been decontextualized over and over and used universally as a way of saying that the fault is not in the stars (i.e., fate/luck/whatever) but in individual people.</span>
The correct answer is A) rhyme scheme. The Italian sonnet has 14 lines with the rhyme scheme ABBAABBACDECDE, whereas the English sonnet has ABABCDCDEFEFGG, where the main point of the poem is found in the final couplet.
Answer: To show the difference between an educated, refined noble class and coarse, crude commoners. However, this doesn't mean that Shakespeare resented the commoners. It was a self-explanatory fact that the nobles and educated were refined enough to use iambic pentameter in talking to each other - but this has many exceptions too; there are many moments in his plays when the nobles use prose or blank verse, for example when they are chatting to each other or are intoxicated. However, Shakespeare's blank verse and prose, though devoid of contemporary poetic mannerisms, are extremely witty and rich in meaning and associations.
Answer: The tinkle of the raindrops echo in the heart of the poet as if his heartbeat responds to every sound of the rain by its rhythm. Moreover, the rain kindles many memories in the poet's mind and he gets lost in dreamy imagination.
Hopefully this helps.
Answer:
Haiku Year
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Published: May 2014
JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.
FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.
MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.
APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.
MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.
JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.
JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.
AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.
SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.
OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.
NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.
DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
Here is 1 poem my fav...
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