Summary of Literature

looking to be known and loved. Deeply invested in love and relationships

Men are born selfish and proud. Women should accept their inferiority to menmen need women's strength

women are expected to be domestic, innocent and helpless when outside the homehome keeps women safe and out of danger, keeps their innocence

"true daughter of her age"social questions, artist and women, longing for knowledge and freedomPoets should write about not just the past but now.

remaining pure/temptationA female hero

Duke of Ferrara, portrait of a young girlclaimed she flirted with everyone and didn't appreciate him

a curse will befall her if she looks down to Camelot, concentrates on weaving

reality depicted in fiction are not the real realityrejecting conventions of fiction

women need to devote themselves to the happiness of their brothers and husbands

"look within" "ordinary mind on an ordinary day"

anti-victorian

"life is a luminous halo. Not a series of gig-lamps"surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end

"four gray walls and four gray towers".

a mirror- sees "shadows of the world"

He caused her to demise "he gave commands/ then all smiles stopped together"

Received an education in social, sewing and taking care of the family

Double Vision

women are pure, holy and untouched

a Victorian marriage

man perceives wife as a spiritual figure

If but some vengeful god would call to meFrom up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasyThat thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would I bear it, clench myself and die,Steeled by the sense of the ire unmerited;Half eased in that a Powerfuller than IHad willed and meted me the tears I shed.

But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan...

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strownBlisses about my pilgrimage as pain

wishes for an angry god to peer down at him and laugh. Because god is such a powerful being that rains down misfortunes on humans

Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrow's springs are the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.