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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

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

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

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

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

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You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,

Or wounded in a mentionable place.

You worship decorations; you believe

That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.

You make us shells. You listen with delight,

By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.

You crown our distant ardours while we fight,

And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.

You can't believe that British troops “retire”

When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,

Trampling the terrible corpses—blind with blood.

O German mother dreaming by the fire,

While you are knitting socks to send your son

His face is trodden deeper in the mud.

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If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is for ever England. There shall be

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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one of the best and important scenes in cinema history inspired by the Whitman’s novel

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Dead Poets Society | Oh Captain, My Captain

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“The scarlet Letter” is a 1995 American romantic drama film and it was directed by Roland Joffè. This version was “freely adapted” from Nathaniel Hawtorne’s novel.
It takes place in 1667 in the Massachusetts Bay Colon, and draws attention to the contrast between local puritans and their neighbours, the Algonquian, during that historical period.
It particulary describes the sin of adultery of the protagonist, Hester, with the Reverend Dimmesdale, while her husband is away for work.
The title is given to the novel and to the film because of the big letter ‘A’ (for Adultery) that the woman is forced to wear by the puritans.
The film shows mainly the drammatic details of the secret love story between Hester and Dimmesdale.
There are also evidenced the courage of the woman to not confess who is the father of her baby, the cowardness of the Reverend and the cruel revenge of Hester’s husband.
After many events and prejudices, the story will end with the project of the new family to escape in Europe anticipated by the Dimmesdale’s death.

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EARLY ROMANTIC POETRY

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BLAKE

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"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art"... | Poetry Foundation

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-

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DICKENS

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THE VICTORIAN AGE

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I really liked this scene because it’s very emotional and I think there are important sequences that can describe the meaning of love. It’s something special when you find someone exactly like you, it’s when you feel the right sintony with him her that you know it’s the right person, like when you listen to your favourite song for the first time, because you’re simply meant to be. But when there’s a heart broken in a relationship, you’re so confused and hungry that you can think to kill yourself for the sorrow. There is a mix of contrasting feelings and I loved it.
https://youtu.be/UmYEfF3We8M

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FireShot Capture 22 - Bubbl.us - Start HaHere_ - https___bubbl.us_NDY2MzQ5My84OTQ5M

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FireShot Capture 21 - Bubbl.us - MACBETH_ - https___bubbl.us_NDY2MzQ5My84OTQ5N

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This page is devoted to my pictures ofthe new Globe Theatre in London, England

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Visit this site dedicated to the playwright William Shakespeare and his famous works. William Shakespeare plays like Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth and the Tempest. William Shakespeare's Sonnets and Pictures are featured as well as his poems and biography.

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
     And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
     As any she belied with false compare.

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Literature for me is a set of works written by authors who wanted to express their opinions and their emotions trough poems or stories. For the readers is a way to escape from the reality and they have to understand the thought of the author and decide to agree or disagree his opinion. For me, as a student, it's also a better way to improve my english and thinking more in english like a real mother tongue because we use to speak in english but not to think like an english. I hope I will enjoy this new subject!