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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

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I have chosen the song My Heart Will Go On.

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My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion (Lyrics)

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In this song they sing:’Far across the distance and spaces between us.’ I find this matching with ‘Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.’ and  ‘Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows’ This has all to do with distance and being apart from each other. Also in the song they sing ‘I believe that the heart does go on’ but in the poem they say ‘Now at the last gasp of Love’s last breath, When, his pulse failing, passion speechless lies’ So her loved ones is dying but she still sees him as lovers and that the heart goes on. ‘Love was when I loved you

One true time I'd hold to’ and in the poem ‘And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free.’ In these sentences they are both saying goodbye to their loved ones.

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‘I met a traveler from an antique land’. I found this picture on the Internet and found it fitting to the traveler. The surroundings are walls and houses of natural stone so I thought it was kind of antique.

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Sarlat in de Dordogne: 11 Leuke Dingen om te doen

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18-okt-2021 - Sarlat, a picturesque town surrounded by the luscious nature of the Dordogne Valley. Here are the things to do in Sarlat la Caneda, France!

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“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert’. further in the poem they describe a pedestal where words are written. I have chosen this picture because in the poem they are talking about a statue with legs of stone standing in a desert. Like in this photo.

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‘Tell that its sculptor well those passions read’. So they are also writing about a sculptor that makes the emotions of Ozymadians well read and understood. That’s why there is a sculptor in the picture.

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‘Half sunk a shattered visage lies,’ I did look up what visage means and in the dictionary stands something like:’a person's face, with reference to the form or proportions of the features.’ so it's a face. They are still talking about a statue so a shattered face is also in the picture.

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Feb 16, 2011 - This Pin was discovered by HLLN. Discover (and save!) your own Pins on Pinterest

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‘King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ So the statue is about a king who did some works, mighty and despair. Here is a picture of a king. To be more specific this is a picture from king Arthur (of camelot).

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King Arthur and The Camelot Universe - Art and Paintings - 40-Trading Cards Set

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Apr 29, 2021 - Available Now: King Arthur and The Camelot Universe - Art and Paintings - 40-Trading Cards Condition: NEW!  Includes 40 Glossy Trading Card Size cards with blank white matte back  - Shipped to protect in trading card sleeves - FREE!  Featuring the Classic Art and Illustrations of King Arthur,

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Dear mister Gerard Manley Hopkins,

Your poem God's grandeur was pleasant to read. I recognised the irritation you have for people. Nowadays there has been more and more generations. Like you write in your poem ‘Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;’

I'm sorry to inform you that the world has not changed at least i think because you wrote ‘And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil’

But nature is still with us today, so you write ‘And though the last lights off the black West went’ the sun goes down every day with nature but like you write in ur poem

‘Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —’ The sun goes down but comes back up again with a bright morning and new ‘born’ nature! That's still a gift from God.

Unfortunately I haven't felt the Holy Ghost, but I am still grateful for what a miracle the world is and that it's a gift from God. In the poem ‘Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.’ This gives me hope for the future! And let me see that the world is not so bad, and everything comes to a good end.

Best regards,

Elise Emmens

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'Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,'

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Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

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Fitting the 'clumsy helmets' just in time,

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But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

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As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

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And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

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His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

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My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

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[explanation] Here they are on a street in england talking about how great the war is. (the kids are playing soccer between cones)

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Hi, my name is Nick. My dad left when I was a kid. My mum did try to raise me as a good and smart kid but she has been an alcoholic sinds the leaving. It went like this; my mum and dad were happily married but then my dad cheated. My mum became an alcoholic, they divorced, she got fired from her job. So we didn't have any money that meant we had to move to a crappy apartment. Now I am skipping school to play pool with my friends at the Golden Shovel. I dont have alot of money for the booz so I'm also working in a restaurant. The food there is tasty and I get a big salary so I am happy. Something weird happened as my friends were walking out the Golden Shovel there was a woman. She looked familiar…. maybe an old friend of my mum’s. Or someone who eats at the restaurant. I don’t know. I do know that she was lurking at my friends and me. So maybe the woman is going to tell the school and then we are doomed. But for now we live the life we want to have. No looking into the future. That gives me a headache.