Silence by Thomas Hood: Notes Pt. 1 by Aidan Anderson

Silence by Thomas Hood: Notes Pt. 1 by Aidan Anderson https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk Made with panache en-us 2017-11-17 00:46:48 UTC 2017-11-20 22:29:28 UTC hello@padlet.com Silence aidananderson4_1 https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/207948915 by Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

]]> 2017-11-17 00:47:15 UTC https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/207948915 Thomas Hood aidananderson4_1 https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/207949160 May 23, 1799 to May 3, 1845
Editor, Publisher, Poet, Humorist
Born in London
Know for light verse and puns
Sometimes known as the father of dark comedy]]> 2017-11-17 00:49:09 UTC https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/207949160 Vocab, References, Allusions aidananderson4_1 https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/208588425 Vocab:
dun
idle ground
sleep profound

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]]> 2017-11-20 06:01:43 UTC https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/208588425 Denotation aidananderson4_1 https://padlet.com/aidananderson4_1/22axr4meq6sk/wish/208589730 There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
Silence is where no sound is made,
or where no sound can be
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,

Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;

No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
A large desert where there isn't any life
Everything is mute and is sleeping intensely
No voice is there to be hushed, and there isn't any life walking quitely
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,

That never spoke, over the idle ground:
Clouds and their shadows in the desert
they never say anything (or make noise) over the ground that is ever still
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls

Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,

Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,

And owls, that flit continually between,

Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,

There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.
In ruins covered in nature growth, in uninhabited walls,
of old places where humans have been,
though the gray foxes and wild hyenas howl
as well as owls that jump around in between the roars
the shrieks become echoes, and strong winds moan
there is real silence within this environment, and it is aware and isolated

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