Pippa's Song

Pippa's Song

Robert Browning

The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew pearl'd;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven --

All's right with the world!

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What is Beauty?

What is Beauty?

Christopher Marlowe

What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then?

If all the pens that ever poets held

Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts,

And every sweetness that inspir'd their hearts,

Their minds, and muses on admired themes;

If all the heavenly quintessence they still

From their immortal flowers of poesy,

Wherein as in a mirror we perceive

The highest reaches of a human wit --

If these had made one poem's period,

And all combin'd in beauty's worthiness,

Yet should there hover in their restless heads

One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least,

Which into words no virtue can digest.

-from Tamburlaine the Great

A lovely point of view by the masterful Christopher Marlowe. As always, if you'd like a rhetorical analysis done on this work, I ask that you please leave a the request in the comments section, and I'll see what I can do for you.

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Just what it says, this blogger is back yet again. I've finally gotten semi-reliable computer access, and I am eager to start posting again. :) Expect some poetry being thrown in your face, for the delight of your eyes and  your brains, very soon.