The Clouds

William Wordsworth combines nature and human interaction to paint a vivid picture through the speaker in the poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. The speaker is lonely and is wandering in a world that is bare and high over the hills and valleys. He all over a sudden comes across golden daffodils that blow his mind away through what he describes as the best that he has ever seen in his life. The daffodils are life like and the dance moves and cohesion with different parts of Mother Nature only…

Fusco 1Daffodils (I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud)By William Wordsworth1 I wandered lonely as a cloud2 That floats on high o'er vales and hills,3 When all at once I saw a crowd,4 A host, of golden daffodils;5 Beside the lake, beneath the trees,6 Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.7 Continuous as the stars that shine8 And twinkle on the milky way,9 They stretched in never-ending line10 Along the margin of a bay:11 Ten thousand saw I at a glance,12 Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.13 The…

The poems “Fog” by Carl Sandburg and “I wandered lonely as a cloud” by William Wordsworth share both similarities and differences. One similarity that both poems share are symbols. In Sandburg’s poem, the title “Fog” is a symbol within itself. The title hovers over the poem just like fog does in nature. That cat mentioned at the beginning of the poem symbolizes how the fog approaches “on little cat feet” and then sits on “silent haunches” before “mov[ing] on” (Sandburg 899). The fog moves in the…

In Aristophanes’ play, the Cloud, an old man named Strepsiades son, Pheidippides, has a lot of debt that he cannot repay. Annoyed, Strepsiades urges his son, Pheidippides, to enroll into Socrates Thinkery so that he could be taught how to logically argue his way out of his debts.…

The Types of Socrates In The Trials of Socrates, we are shown different view points of the Greek philosopher, Socrates. However, none of these views come directly from the philosopher. Socrates had never published anything during his lifetime, therefore all his beliefs are recounted second hand. This is unreliable as it becomes ambiguous whether or not these views being written down are purely Socrates’ thoughts or if the authors bias has trickled into argument. These differing accounts have…

It was warm, humid and cloudy on the day of our Jack Johnson concert. Despite the warmth, it was a perfect day to be outside and sitting on the lawn at the DTE Music Center to enjoy some relaxing tunes. Jack Johnson is classified as a folk and acoustic rock musician, however I compare him between a calmer version of John Mayer and Jason Mraz combined. He plays an acoustic electric guitar, but his guitar playing skills are nowhere near as good as his writing skills. He plays basic guitar chords,…

She recognizes that smell of the wet earth just after it rains. The aroma that can be smelt through open windows or by the whiff that hits you when you walk outside the door, the ground still wet, water still dripping from the leaves of flowers and trees. Drip…Drop. Drip…Drop. That remained Nora’s favourite thing in the world. She stepped outside just after the rain had ceased and just consumed the smell of something so natural that it cannot be stopped by any living human or machine whatsoever…

they are different because “The Drought” is emotional talking about the lack of rain and “In Color” is emotional talking about his childhood. Gary Soto uses personification to show the clouds are dry and empty. “Scraping their bellies gray on the cracked shingles of slate.” The author is explaining how the clouds have ran themselves arid and that is why they are in a drought. Soto uses a metaphor to show that the bottles in the basement haven’t been opened for years just like it hasn’t rained…

their long term memory. They can look at patterns they see over a weeks span, different types of clouds, temperature, and variation over time. Having students participate in an interactive activity like observing and recording, they will most likely always remember doing this because it is something different. Showing pictures on the Promethean board is much different than experiencing the weather, clouds, or climate…

I walked happily over to the hanger my new plane was in and I changed into my pilot gear, cheers for these Mr Rackham I thought to myself. I went to my plane and found my new gunman. I shook his hand as he said "I'm Wilson, you must be George Rackham?" "Sure, I'm George Rackham, I'm your guy. I replied not worrying about a thing. I just wanted to get up in the air. She is beautiful I thought to myself. My plane was a Bristol F2.B. In short she was a fighter plane. I got in the cockpit and I…