Friday, March 25, 2011

"A Very Short Story" by ernest hemingway

Nick was recovered in a hospital and began a romantic relationship with Luz, the nurse. They made planns to be married after the war . when Nick returned to the United State, and he found job. contrastively, Luz had an affair with an Italian soldier and refused her engagement with Nick. Nick did not speak to her another time and lost himself in a hard life drinking wine , and suffering in his pain when separation .

Friday, March 18, 2011

Valentine and Proteus travelled to Milan, Valentine's father sent him to take a position in the Duke of Milan's court, but proteus did not like leaving his beloved Julia. While in Milan, Valentine falls in love of the Duke's daughter Silvia. Silvia was betrothed to Thurio, a wealthy courtier, although Silvia prefers Valentine. The two decide to elope, and Valentine confided in Proteus; Proteus, however, is smitten himself by the sight of Silvia. In order to get Valentine out of the way, Proteus betrays the plan to the Duke. Valentine is banished, Silvia is confined to a jail, and Proteus becomes a confidant of the Duke in matters concerning Thurio and Silvia.
Valentine joins a band of outlaws and is elected their leader. As the play progresses, Julia—disguised as a boy page—enters Milan in search of Proteus, who is trying unsuccessfully to woo Silvia on the sly. Silvia, on the other hand, still longs for Valentine, and cares nothing for Proteus or Thurio. Julia, ironically now in service as a page to Proteus, becomes an intermediary between Proteus and Silvia. Silvia finally tires of the situation and escapes Milan in search of Valentine. As fate would have it, Silvia is captured by Valentine's band of outlaws.
Unfortunately, the Duke learned of Silvia's escape, and he, Proteus, and Thurio all set off to rescue her. Proteus recovers Silvia before the outlaws can bring her to Valentine. Valentine encounters them as Proteus makes the case for his love to Silvia; the two confront and eventually make peace with each other. In a gesture of reconciliation, Valentine even offers Silvia to Proteus, which causes Julia to faint, Proteus recognizes her, much to his shame. The Duke and Thurio arrive upon the scene, but Thurio backs off his claim to Silvia when challenged by Valentine. As the play ends, Valentine gets Silvia with the Duke's approval, Proteus and Julia are reconciled, and the Duke grants a pardon to the band of outlaws

william shakespeare

The TempestThis drama is one of the great comedy plays by William Shakespeare. The themes illustrated in the play are freedom, friendship , repentance and forgiveness and feature different temperaments illustrating temperance and intemperance. The plot starts when King Alonso of Naples and his entourage sail home for Italy after attending his daughter's wedding in Tunis, Africa. They encounter a violent storm, or Tempest. Everyone jumps overboard and are washed ashore on a strange island inhabited by the magician Prospero who has deliberately conjured up the storm. Prospero and Miranda live in a cave on the island which is also inhabited by Ariel, a sprite who carries out the bidding of Prospero, and the ugly, half human Caliban. Various plots against the main characters fail thanks to the magic of Prospero. The play ends with all the plotters repenting the Tempest is calmed.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Edgar Allan poe

"The Angel of the Odd"

A dark comedy about what happens to a man who has been drinking a bit too much. All of a sudden, a strange little character introduces himself:

Mein Gott, den, vat a vool you bees for dat !' replied one of the most remarkable voices I ever heard. At first I took it for a rumbling in my ears — such as a man sometimes experiences when getting very drunk — but, upon second thought, I considered the sound as more nearly resembling that which proceeds from an empty barrel beaten with a big stick

To The River by Edgar Allan Poe

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
    Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
       Of beauty -- the unhidden heart --
       The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;

But when within thy wave she looks --
       Which glistens then, and trembles --
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
       Her worshipper resembles;
For in my heart, as in thy stream,
    Her image deeply lies --
The heart which trembles at the beam
    Of her soul-searching eyes.

Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Po

Spirits of the Dead

Their soul shall find itself alone
dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --
Not one, of all the crowd, to pray
for short hour of secrecy:
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness -- for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee -- and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still

For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given --
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever :

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --
Now are visions ne'er to vanish --
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more -- like dew-drop from the grass:

The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token --
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! --

by Edgar Allan Poe +Annabel Lee +

  It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of ANNABEL LEE;--

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love--

   I and my Annabel Lee--

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud by night

   Chilling my Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsman came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me:--

Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling

   And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we--

   Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

   Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea--

   In her tomb by the side of the sea.