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The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake: |
Depression, his thoughts. Pathetic fallacy.
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I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight |
Enjambment, on edge. Waiting for someone.
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She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up, and all the cottage warm; |
Transferred epithet. Mind same as thoughts. Depression has left him.
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She sat down by my side And called me. When no voice replied, She put my arm about her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced, |
Shocking, not normal in victorian times. Illicit affair.
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Murmuring how she loved me — she Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour, To set its struggling passion free |
Dash completely changes situation. Narrator becomes physcotic.
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