"self-knowledge" or these "reflections" have on that social reality itself. Like Samuel Beckett who once said that form is content; content is form, (Jaurretche Joyce shows repetition and ritual in his narrative. In this example, the poet has repeatedly used the refraining line The art of losing isnt hard to master throughout the poem. We shall never surrender. Lexical anaphora in poetic lines: Love in her Sunny Eyes does basking play; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. 5 Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So they are all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. This is done by using a single line recurrently throughout a poetic work, allowing readers to take a pause each time they come upon such repetition.
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He is nervous during the party, which is not a trait found in the other characters. This is very a famous poem using repetitions of the refrain, Do not go gentle into that good night, and Rage, rage against the dying of the light. How America's National Security Concerns Shaped 'Political Culture' Research European Journal of International Relations 6, 4 (2000). 14 In addition, they should be able to hold their own theories to the standards and arguments they set out in those same theories. But the general context of the speech is such that these words gradually lose their literal meanings and acquire a strong sarcastic ring. The orator said, Good morning to the old, good morning to the young, good morning to each and every one present. It would be fair to refer to them as " interpretive " scholars, since they all emphasize the importance of historical and textual interpretation and the limitations of scientific models in studying world politics. (Byron) (ii) The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and weary.