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Church going by philip larkin: summary and analysis
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take of…
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Ecocriticism: Literature goes green
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears” – William Wordsworth (Intimations of immortality) The world of literary theory in the latter part of twentieth century has been marked by the appearance of numerous innovative approaches to reading and studying works, both old …
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