tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post7949022884029141061..comments2024-02-26T00:59:26.907-08:00Comments on Ana the Imp: On a Darkling PlainAnastasia F-Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01284602529524462457noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-32961180525158325862009-12-05T22:58:30.411-08:002009-12-05T22:58:30.411-08:00Wonderful. :-)Wonderful. :-)Anastasia F-Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01284602529524462457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-37483685744842000172009-12-05T10:06:15.265-08:002009-12-05T10:06:15.265-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Rehan Qayoomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02391797858691917631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-20277925469248758542009-12-04T00:39:34.652-08:002009-12-04T00:39:34.652-08:00Yes, indeed. Thanks, NP.Yes, indeed. Thanks, NP.Anastasia F-Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01284602529524462457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4413130168723738166.post-41444521296772459022009-12-03T21:21:08.415-08:002009-12-03T21:21:08.415-08:00Certainly, one of the grandest and most melancholy...Certainly, one of the grandest and most melancholy of all poems. A friend in college had the final stanza inscribed in a locket which he gave as a gift to his fiancee. Arnold and his contemporaries were devastated by the prospect of a universe devoid of God. One gets a glimpse of the same pessimistic vision of bereft humanity in Thomas Hardy's novels.nothing profoundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02538561601096574876noreply@blogger.com