Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Source 1 and 5w's


Source 1:

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: —there let him lay.

-Lord Byron

Where:
 Takes place in a big city as a man fantasizes about running away from it all.
When:
Late 1800’s early 1900’s the industrial revolution
Why: very attached to nature and hates the destruction of it due to man’s industrial expansion.
Who: A man who cannot find a place in his society takes refuge in nature away from other people.
What: A man running away into the wilderness trying to escape the oppression of his sense of freedom through society.


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