Literary Quest

    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size    But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips,    The stride of my step,    The curl of my lips.    I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman,    That’s me.   I walk into a room Just as cool as you please,    And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees.    Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees.    I say, It’s the fire in my eyes,    And the flash of my teeth,    The swing in my waist,    And the joy in my feet.    I’m a woman Phenomenally.   Phenomenal woman, That’s me.   Men themselves have wondered    What t...

Pure Vowels Classification

  Characters King Hamlet Prince Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Claudius, Hamlet’s Uncle Queen Gertrude, Hamlet's mother Ophelia Polonius, Ophelia’s father Laertes, Ophelia’s brother Horatio, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, Wittenberg Scholars, Hamlet’s Friends Plot On a dark winter night, the ghost of King Hamlet appears at Elsinore Castle, revealing to Prince Hamlet that he was murdered by his brother Claudius, who has since taken the throne and married Queen Gertrude. The ghost urges Hamlet to seek revenge. Hamlet, deeply troubled, feigns madness while contemplating his course of action. Claudius, suspicious of his behaviour, employs Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to spy on him. Polonius, believing Hamlet is lovesick for Ophelia, also spies on him. Hamlet, however, rejects Ophelia and stages a play mimicking his father’s murder to confirm Claudius’s guilt. When Claudius reacts guiltily, Hamlet is convinced but hesitates to kill him while he prays. Later, Hamlet...

Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty” She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.   One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.   And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Paraphrase: She moves with a beauty as serene as a cloudless night, filled with shining stars. Her face and eyes reflect a perfect balance of darkness and brightness, creating a soft, gentle glow that is more delicate than the harsh light of day. If she had ev...