English Questions

Awake, for ever, in a sweet unrest, / To hear, to feel her tender taken breath, / Half passionless, and so swoon on to death.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, / What can I do to kill it and be free / In my old liberty?

Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown (...) / The light uplifting of a maiden's veil

O for ten years, that I may overwhelm / Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed / That my own soul has to itself decreed.

Or, on the wavy grass outstretch'd supinely, / Pry 'mong the stars, to strive to think divinely

That when a Poet is in such a trance, / In air he sees white coursers paw, and prance, / Bestridden of gay knights, in gay apparel / Who at each other tilt in playful quarrel

Just like that bird I am in loss of time, / Whene'er I venture on the stream of rhyme; (...) / Still scooping up the water with my fingers, / In which a trembling diamond never lingers.

O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, / Let it not be among the jumbled heap / Of murky buildings

A sudden glow comes on them, nought they see / In water, earth, or air, but poesy.

The thought of this great partnership diffuses / Over the genius loving heart, a feeling / Of all that's high, and great, and good, and healing.

He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky, / And smiles at the far clearness all around

Ah! you list to the nightingale's tender condoling, / Responsive to sylphs, in the moon beamy air.

So, when I am in a voluptuous vein, / I pillow my head on the sweets of the rose (...) / Then I sink to repose.

the coy muse, with me she would not live / In this dark city

Already with thee! tender is the night, / And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne

Yet this is vain -- O Mathew lend thy aid / To find a place where I may greet the maid -- / Where we may soft humanity put on / And sit, and rhyme and think on Chatterton

exploring / attend / adoring / friend (Strophe 1: alternance rimes masculines/féminines)

It had not created a warmer emotion / Than the present, fair nymphs, I was blest with from you / Than the shell, from the bright golden sands of the ocean / Which the emerald waves at your feet gladly threw.

Were I in such a place, I sure should pray / That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away, / Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown / Fanning away the dandelion's down

Which of following describes a major change that occurred in life in the Soviet Union in the early 1920s?