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Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth

Hello and welcome to The Young Reader’s Review! Today is a rather morose afternoon I’m afraid: rain is striking the streets all around, setting a bleak and wintry feel to all that was once bathed in the summer sun (considering the fact that I live in Copenhagen this period of time had a very limited duration). Even though it is difficult to appreciate this weather, nothing is nicer than watching from afar, in the snugness of your home, the downpour, while reading poetry with a warm cup of tea nearby. I invite you to do the same, sit back, relax and savor this review and analysis of the Romantic poem: Tintern Abbey (more precisely Lines Written (or Composed) a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banksof the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798) by one of my best-loved poets, William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
To be able to fully grasp the essence of the Romantic period, it is crucial to understand the historical context in which it bloomed. We can begin by saying that the eighteen…

Le Père Goriot by Honoré de Balzac

Hello and welcome back to The Young Reader’s Review! It has been months since I have simply reviewed a novel so I have decided today to explore the world of one of my favorite and one of the most famous French novels: Le Père Goriot (which can be directly translated as “The Father Goriot”) written by the eminent Honoré de Balzac in 1835. Before beginning this book review, I just wanted to thank you for letting this blog reach five thousand reviews ( (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و) ! In order to celebrate this, I have created a Twitter account exclusively for this blog that is @thereadertweets (the widget containing the direct link is in the sidebar). Now, I invite you to plunge with me into nineteenth century France, a sphere of political turbulence, bourgeoning industrialization, and most of all, a sphere where reigns an epidemic fever for art in a society lost amid technological innovation and alternating governmental authorities.
Le Père Goriot is probably the most distinguished constituent of the chai…

When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton

Hello and welcome back to The Young Reader’s Review! Recently, I have been rather overwhelmed with work but I have also been avidly reading and analyzing some of the English language’s most influential, finest and well known poems. While reading, one of these works particularly touched me: When I consider how my light is spent (Sonnet XVII, also frequently called On his Blindness, title given by clergyman and writer Bishop Newton) by the poet that has haunted generations of poets following him because of his intensity, drive and genius: John Milton. 

When I consider how my light is spent Ere (=before) half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide (= to scold); "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly (means “foolishly” here) ask. But Patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth (=does)…